Peter Fonda, ‘Easy Rider’ Architect and Counter-Cultural Icon, Dies at 79
Peter Fonda, who broke out from under the legendary Fonda family name with 'Easy Rider,' has died. He was 79.
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Peter Fonda dead at 79
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No such luck.....
His best performance ( as a character much like himself)
His best performance ( as a character much like himself)
Hanoi Jane, why in the hell napalm wasn't used on her position is beyond me. Why Carlos Hathcock wasn't brought in to make it 94 confirmed , is beyond me.
Two threads going on for this now. As I said in the other...
Fuck Peter and his pansy ass. Good riddance
Fuck Peter and his pansy ass. Good riddance
I thought he died at the end of Easyrider....
Sirhr
Sirhr
So, let’s have ourselves a Kent State at 50 hootenanny!!!
Coming up Next May.
Cheers, Sirhr
Coming up Next May.
Cheers, Sirhr
The summer 1969 was a pretty good time for me.
I was living in the shadow of the US Army Artillery school, but not in Lawton or Ft Sill, but way down Cache road out in the boonies.
The old man was otherwise occupied in RVN for the year and had left me “in charge”, or as in charge as a 14yo could be. My mother worked and my younger sisters weren’t too young to be left alone for a few hours at a time.
I could disappear on my bicycle with my very first bolt gun, a 22LR Remington tied across the handle bars. Nobody even looked twice at me as I rode around looking for stuff to shoot, mostly beer cans and soda bottles.
There were a bunch of young, wild aviators who had a house about a quarter mile from us and they’d sometimes give me beers and cigarettes and would even pay me to wash their cars while they got drunk and sat in lawn chairs in their front yard. Who needed to cut grass for cash when a drunk WO would give you $20 to wash his blue GTX?
So that’s kinda what I remember about that summer and Easy Rider and Fonda.
I was living in the shadow of the US Army Artillery school, but not in Lawton or Ft Sill, but way down Cache road out in the boonies.
The old man was otherwise occupied in RVN for the year and had left me “in charge”, or as in charge as a 14yo could be. My mother worked and my younger sisters weren’t too young to be left alone for a few hours at a time.
I could disappear on my bicycle with my very first bolt gun, a 22LR Remington tied across the handle bars. Nobody even looked twice at me as I rode around looking for stuff to shoot, mostly beer cans and soda bottles.
There were a bunch of young, wild aviators who had a house about a quarter mile from us and they’d sometimes give me beers and cigarettes and would even pay me to wash their cars while they got drunk and sat in lawn chairs in their front yard. Who needed to cut grass for cash when a drunk WO would give you $20 to wash his blue GTX?
So that’s kinda what I remember about that summer and Easy Rider and Fonda.
