History

It all started in mid nineties with me and another guy wrecking and fixing all kinds of old shit.
Bikes, rotary cultivators and anything else driven by a combustion engine was explored or exploded.
We came to realize that we had to limit ourselves.
Since we always loved motorized two-wheelers, we made a decision.
My friend traded his old Norton for an even older OK Supreme and I fought my way on a German war bike from 1937.
We also made it a goal to get old bicycles with engines and mopeds to go as fast as possible.
When spokes broke we were happy.
We found a new bigger place to move in to and more people joined.
One night when the beer had found its way Gary Larson gave us the name of our club.
He drew a picture of some Neanderthals standing by their stone choppers with hairy vests with MASTODON MOTHERS written on their backs.
We stole the concept, lost MOTHERS and added a T to turn it into Swedish.
In the spring of Y2K we moved in to our present clubhouse and we decided to wear our colours full time.
Today, all members ride Harleys.

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