oi oi scooterboy

Jackets covered in patches, tattooed arms, and high-horsepower Italian scooters – Scooterboys look like street pirates on their roaring Vespas. But judging them by appearances alone would be a mistake. At the latest, during an Allnighter, you’ll discover their other side: men who strip down their Vespas and Lambrettas with bare hands, passionately belt out Northern Soul love songs with their eyes closed, and glide across the dance floor with surprising elegance. Sure, they might look like tough guys, but they’re a tight-knit community – more about hugs than fights. They’re the kind who lend a hand when your scooter breaks down, who gather at regular meetups with greasy fingers and cold beers, seeking a welcome escape from everyday life. With unwavering dedication, they ride their tiny Vespas to far-off runs. Watching a six-foot guy with broad shoulders and heavy boots squeeze onto a rattling Primavera with dead-serious focus is a sight you won’t forget anytime soon. And that’s exactly what makes this scene special: they don’t always take life seriously, but their scooters and friendships are another story. Scooterboys live for their small, close-knit scooter clubs – their chaotic families on two wheels. Their jackets tell stories of long nights, rain-soaked scooter runs, and friendships tougher than any engine block. This work is a love letter to a subculture full of contradictions: loud and rebellious on the outside, but at its core, it’s all about heart, solidarity, and pure passion.