We grabbed the cameras, rolled up our jeans and rode from Indy to experience how motorcycle history spurred the Chicago Ton Up Club's growing gathering. The third annual “clash” brought out the well dressed Mods and the denim-n-leather clad Rockers, or Ton Up Boys. A bike show outside of Delilah’s started the day followed by a group ride that I’m sure raised onlookers’ eyebrows as much as the angst-ridden British youths did in the 60s. Two-stroke smoke, thumping engines, open pipes, and loud, tattooed laughter knifed through the city’s already vibrant environment. In areas of enclosed lower Wacker Drive, the noise was terrifying...or absolutely beautiful, depending on your bent for fuel and air explosions.

Fish and Chips were served for dinner at Motoworks Chicago, where an old brick building with old hardwood floors amplified the camaraderie. It would seem impossible for a motorcyclist to feel unwelcome at a place hosted by a fella named Johnny Moto. Cool guy, cool place and, I hear, good service.

Back on the bikes via Western Avenue, and through even more of the interesting cross section of city life, the mods and rockers headed back to Delilah's, labeled as one of Chicago’s most eclectic bars. There, you’ll find an intimate setting filled with pounding psychobilly rock, Brylcreemed pompadours, a Motorcycle Film Festival, and colorful stories that only owning a vintage British bike could create. If you haven’t experienced this event in the always-alive Windy City, it’s worth a trip in ‘08. So adjust your clutch, shine up the pipes and join this fun, psuedo-rivalry.
–Corey Wilkinson, Vroompow.com