These are bikers taking part in a town parade in 1985. They ride old Soviet wimpy bikes. Ohh, a lot of things have changed since 1985, and one of them is technology. My big Ninja probably produces more horsepower than all of them added together.
One of my favourite things is to open throttle and with a roar of a wounded dinosaur break the silence of an empty town... then shut down motor and listen how ghosts send a curses to a big bore four cylinder engine.
And their flag was still there.
All of this happy horseshit was for the May 1st Labor Day parade.