Back in the day when the waters were sweet in Ngaruawahia and Nambasa was all about love peace and bare breasts, we wouldn't have given boobs on bikes a mention, unlike the 50 letters and comments over the past week in local rags.
On any given sunny day at the Mount main beach in the seventies there were more fun bags wobbling up and down the sand dunes than a herd of milk laden Friesians. Topless was the togs of choice and bikinis were sold as one pieces. So why is everyone getting their tits in a tangle about a few well hung Harleys? Surely there are far more important issues that warrant pen to paper than mammaries on motorbikes.
T. Kapai, Te Puna.