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ALAMEDA - When the Rev. Roger Bauer arrives to preach on a Sunday, worshipers at Immanuel Lutheran Church might hear him before they see him. Or rather they might hear his blue 2005 Harley-Davidson Road King, license plate "ROKNREV." Adeline Peters, who at age 90 has been a member of the congregation for 61 years, remembers when Bauer rode up to the Gothic revival church the first time. "One of the girls here said, 'Go hide the cash box. Here comes a hippie,'" Peters said. "I said, 'That's no hippie. That's our new minister.'" With a silver beard that reaches down his chest, Bauer could almost pass for an Old Testament prophet himself. Except that Bauer sports an earring, a nose stud and an AIDS pin. What's more, he always wears a black suit and boots, never sandals or a white robe. Bauer first arrived at the church in September 1980. Since then, he has preached the Gospel and married lovers. He has blessed newborns and comforted the grieving. But despite his nearly three decades ministering to the faithful, Bauer does not consider himself an ambassador of the church, Alameda's oldest, with a snow-white exterior and wooden steeple. His calling is more spiritual, the 54-year-old said. "An ambassador of faith? Absolutely," Bauer said. "Of God? Absolutely." The word "church" has a negative undertone for many people, Bauer said, as he sat beside the altar on a recent afternoon.

The scene in the movie features a leather-clad Angelina Jolie, who plays archaeologist Lara Croft, speeding on a Yamaha TRX80 bike to make a heroic rescue.

The stunt beat a host of other iconic celluloid cycle moments to be named the "All-time best motorcycle movie moment" in the poll of UK bikers by insurers Bennetts.

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Mary Brooks of Shelton recently celebrated her 105th birthday with a party at Shelton Health and Rehabilitation Center.
Brooks was born in Wallowa, Ore. She worked in a rural area as a midwife delivering more than 50 babies, mostly out of necessity as doctors were not available. She also worked as a welder during World War II. Brooks rides on her grandson’s Harley Davidson motorcycle each year to celebrate her birthday. She has her own custom-made helmet and leather jacket. She is widowed with four sons and many grandchildren.

WAYCROSS, Ga. - Jason Holder, a part-time cook in a Chinese restaurant, cashed in big Thursday as a Georgia Lottery official handed him the first of 20 annual installments on his $1 million win.

Holder, 29, said he didn't earn enough to even have a bank account, so first he had to decide where to deposit the check. And then he had three things he wanted to do: Take the test for a motorcycle license and, if he passed, buy a new motorcycle. "I've never been able to buy anything I really wanted," Holder said. And the third thing? Get a divorce from his wife, who is living in Arkansas. So some of the money will go to lawyers, Holder said. Also, he said lawyers will make sure that his five child-ren, ranging from 4 to 10 years old, are provided for from his winnings. Standing in the Flash Foods store on Tebeau Street where he bought the ticket Feb. 15, Holder first accepted a big ceremonial check for $1 million and then a real one for considerably less. Bill James, a corporate account manager for the Georgia Lottery Corp., confirmed the check was for $50,000 minus state and federal taxes. Holder's girlfriend, Melissa Landon, who scratched the winning $500 Million Club ticket when he bought it Feb. 15, waited in his vehicle, a rusting 1991 Dodge van he bought for $800 in Arkansas. As she scratched off the first few numbers of the instant win game that morning, Landon said, "Baby, I think you won something." Then she gave him the big news, "Baby, you won a million dollars!'' He rushed back into the store and told manager Rukshanda Cobban, who had sold him the ticket. "I looked at it, I couldn't believe it," Cobban said. Holder said it was Cobban who persuaded him to buy the ticket that turned out to be a winner. He bought a $10 ticket with far less winnings but then Cobban said, "Get a $20 ticket." Holder vowed to do something nice for Cobban in return. Holder said he plans to keep his job cooking and washing dishes at Wong's Palace, a restaurant that has pulled in diners in Waycross for more than 25 years. But he has done some landscaping and might now start a landscaping business. Landon said Holder hasn't changed since learning he had won. He stopped to help a couple of people with broken down vehicles, she said, just as he would have before.

Before Bertrand Cadart became mayor of Glamorgan Spring Bay Council he was a member of a brutal motorcycle gang that terrorized travelers on outback roads.

If you don't believe it, check the credits of Mad Max.



Located on the southeast corner of the Australian Island of Tasmania, Glamorgan Spring Bay Council encompasses the towns of Buckland, Orford, Maria Island, Triabunna, Swansea, Bicheno and Coles Bay areas. Its a small but beautiful part of the down under with just over 4,000 residents.

The role of actor and motorcycle designer in the classic Australian film is just one of the new mayor's many past lives that also include broadcaster, motorcycle racer, shock absorber salesman and tourism operator.

The Frenchman's glittering blue motor-trike gives the first hint at his larger-than-life persona.

Then there is his wacky frog-themed souvenir shop in the middle of Bicheno, appropriately named Le Frog's -- his nickname and trademark since arriving in Australia almost 40 years ago.

Mr. Cadart snatched the mayoral robes of Glamorgan Spring Bay Council in November by just two votes after only two years on the council.

But he is unperturbed by the slim victory. "How many horses have you seen winning a race by a nostril? It still makes them a winner," he chortles.

His wispy handlebar moustache twitches excitedly as he speaks and his hands carry as much expression as his flamboyant French accent.

Local government is the latest in a series of twists and turns that have shaped an extraordinarily colorful life.

Like a true raconteur, he recounts his life as a drifter -- happy to go where the wind or a pretty woman has led him.

Mr Cadart was always destined for adventure -- it was instilled in him as a child on the family farm just south of the Somme in northern France.

"It was right on the battlefield of the First World War," he said.

"I was raised in the middle of a bomb crater, with old trenches, underground networks and graveyards containing the bodies of close to 100,000 young German soldiers. This was my playground."
He and his friends would disappear underground for hours, exploring the network of tunnels dug deep in the chalk.

There they discovered war relics and works of art carved by cold and lonely soldiers in the soft, powdery walls.

But for all the adventure the farm provided, it could not hold his attention forever.

The aspiring actor moved to Paris at 17 to become an apprentice radio announcer at a large radio station. When he turned 18 he was recruited into the French Army and shipped out to New Caledonia.

Because of his training in radio he was made the head of the media unit for the French Pacific Force, a position that required him to accompany the commanding general wherever he went in the Pacific.

"I was always in a special Spencer super-white uniform, with the golden bits everywhere because I was with the general and I got to go to all the private parties and ribbon cuttings," Mr Cadart said.

"I discovered that France was not the belly button of the world."

Leaving the army, he returned home in the dismal winter of 1969 and almost immediately began plotting his next adventure.

His plan was to ride a motorcycle around the world, through the Pacific and to Australia before hitching a ride on a freighter across to Africa and riding up the French-speaking west coast to Morocco, Spain and eventually back home.

But he and his traveling companion ran out of money in Sydney and started doing odd jobs.

He met a fetching girl and secured a job with the ABC as a producer and occasional announcer and stayed put for close to 20 years.

In 1975 the ABC sent him to France to report on a motorcycle race in Bordeaux where he was introduced to the world of modified Japanese motorbikes.

He returned determined to introduce the trend to Australia, but was laughed out of every dealership in Melbourne.

Then in 1979 he received a call out of the blue.

"This guy said `I have been sent away by the entire motorcycle industry as a lunatic and I have been told the only one who can help me with my project is you. I am George Miller and I want to shoot a motorcycle movie, but I don't know anything about bikes'," Mr. Cadart recounts.

The movie was Mad Max -- then just a far-fetched idea with a no-name cast and a pitiful budget.

Miller wanted Mr. Cadart to design the post-apocalyptic motorcycles that would eventually be idolized by the film's legion of avid fans. He was also asked to act as an adviser on all the motorcycle scenes in the film.

No one believed the movie would ever be finished, let alone become a success, so he and his business partner demanded payment up front.

"We all thought it would be one of those Z-grade movies you see for years in open-air cinema in the Congo," Mr. Cadart said.

As part of the deal he was given a bit-part as Clunk, one of the bikers who roamed the outback roads.

"Remember the scene where we chase a car down and smash it to pieces to the horror of the couple inside?" he asks proudly.

"There is a big bloke who rams a mighty crowbar into the roof -- I am the crowbar man, that is my claim to fame."

And he still has the boots to prove it.

The bikes themselves were slapped together on the cheap.

Clapped-out Kawasakis and Hondas were transformed with a fairing from a Ducati here and a race seat from a Suzuki there to create the grungy look that made the film a success.

Tin foil was even used to create the spokes of one of the bikes used in a spectacular crash scene.

Tragically for the movie's fans, none of the bikes survived.

After the shoot Mr. Cadart was offered the lot for a song but, still believing the film would be a flop, he instead took them to a wrecker where they were destroyed for a miserly $1500.

Just one of them would be worth more than $200,000 to a collector today.

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We’ve all heard that women want a guy who’s tall, dark and handsome. But maybe it’s time to update that to “tall, dark and handsome—and on a Harley.” Because it seems that since the days of the flicks The Wild One and Easy Rider, a guy on a bike has held a special kind of bad-boy appeal. In fact, in a recent Match.com survey, “motorcycle” was the second most-popular term that women used when searching through online profiles.

So we decided to see why it is that a two-wheeled scream machine ranks so high. Dr. Kate Wachs, a Chicago psychologist and the author of Relationships for Dummies, says, "Motorcycles are still perceived as rebellious, tough, and strong—but, unlike in the past, they're now much more socially acceptable." Like tattoos, motorcycles are often the hidden fun-factor in otherwise respectable citizens. Here, the full story on their allure.

Guys with motorcycles have a little extra oomph.
There's no doubt about it: A motorcycle signifies a little extra ingredient in a guy—a little extra testosterone in a world of sensitive men. Hey, sensitive metrosexuals are great, but some women still like a little cave with their man. "A man on a bike exudes independence, self-reliance, and fearlessness," explains Michelle Midyette of Santa Fe. "He has nothing but leather between him and certain harm—clearly, he freely embraces risks and has a lust for life." Yes, that rebel vibe can work its magic.

But of course, this little extra oomph can be a double-edged sword. On the one hand, he's more masculine than the average pencil-pusher; on the other hand, "you need the tough-boy exterior balanced by a kinder, softer side when you're off his ride," observes Dennie Hughes, relationship columnist at USA Today and author of Dateworthy: Get the Relationship You Want. No problem, says Midyette: "Almost all the bikers I've ever known — and I make sure to introduce myself to most that cross my path — have been sweet, big-hearted, intelligent men.”

Guys with motorcycles offer instant invigoration.
Riding along on a bike, you can feel of the wind in your... er, helmets, which makes a lot of women swoon. "I don't care if it's raining, snowing, whatever—if I am in a bad mood and my biker says 'get your leathers on,' and five minutes later I'm catching the wind, that's always a mood-booster," says Georgia Tillery of Ocean Beach, CA. "There's nothing like that kind of wind blowing in my face—even the dirt in my pores and the occasional bug in my teeth is worth it," agrees Christine Hall of Carlsbad, CA.

Guys with motorcycles thrive on spontaneity.
A guy with a bike is no doubt the sort of fella who’s likely to say, “Let’s go for a ride” on the spur of the moment. If the mood strikes to head for the hills, the seashore, or anywhere else, he’s likely to seize the moment on his bike. And he’ll take his date along for the fun. "With a motorcycle, you're guaranteed two things: Speed and convenience," says Mark Byron of Los Angeles, so you can go wherever your whim and wheels want to take you. Another benefit: "It's a lot easier to find parking close to a restaurant," points out Max Perez of San Francisco—making dinners out all the more convenient.

Guys with motorcycles are the only match for ...girls with motorcycles!
Of course, tons of women have motorcycles themselves and are avid riders—and that's why they search for biker guys: To complement their sassy self-image. "Of course I have to search for a guy with a bike," says JoMarie Spagnola of Atlanta, GA. "Who else is going to keep up with me on my 2001 Yamaha V-Star?" Just remember this, says Hughes: "Between two motors, the wind, and neither of you wanting to get too distracted from the road, motorcycle riding doesn't exactly make for meaningful conversation." Make sure you've got other things in common besides four-stroke engines, otherwise you might be headed for a relationship ditch.

Guys with motorcycles make even the most empowered women feel girly.
In this day and age, women are the masters of our own destiny. No longer do we look to men for power, permission, or affirmation. And as great as that is, there's a part of many of us that likes to be a li'l lady once in a while. "The back of my guy's bike is the only place I'll let a man (literally) take the front seat. I’ll give up my independent power to wrap my hands around his middle and put my trust in him for just that small while," says Amy Kaye of Brooklyn, NY. "It's a little taste of being old-fashioned. That's a great feeling—at least for a little while.”

Dating a biker dude gives a woman an excuse to tap her wild side.
If you’ve ever wondered about what your bad-girl side would look like, this is the opportunity to find out. Surely you won’t be hopping on the back of a Harley in a camisole, prairie skirt and heels. Nope, this is your chance to shine in jeans, boots—and whatever black leather is lurking in your closet. None to be found? No worries! Anything casual will do the trick. Notes Vin Amendola, a guy with a bike in Middle Village, NY: "At any age, a woman looks sexy and rebellious on a bike—even if, in real life, she just dropped off the kids off at soccer practice."

Of course, some women don't dig the biker thing at all. "To tell you the truth… I'd rather date a guy with a convertible," says Dale Chestnut of Albany, NY. "No helmet required, and you can drink coffee and wear short skirts." To which we say: Doll, you're born to be mild.

Amy Keyishian is a New York-based freelance writer who loves anything on wheels, as long as it's a Honda. Her work has appeared in Cosmopolitan, Maxim, Men’s Fitness and Nerve.com.

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