The Brass Dingos are a collection of nomadic bikers descended from pre-war bike gangs, highway patrolmen and bike enthusiasts. The gang is formed from several older gangs that over the years lost members and formed other groups. This motley crew of 103 bikers roams the Australian outback. They ride hard, work hard, raid hard, and party hard. This group of miscreants and drug addicts plague areas in Western Australia and the Northern Territory.
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| - The Brass Dingos are a collection of nomadic bikers descended from pre-war bike gangs, highway patrolmen and bike enthusiasts. The gang is formed from several older gangs that over the years lost members and formed other groups. This motley crew of 103 bikers roams the Australian outback. They ride hard, work hard, raid hard, and party hard. This group of miscreants and drug addicts plague areas in Western Australia and the Northern Territory.
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| - Leather, denim, and misc bondage gear
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| - "The Dingos ate your baby"
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| - Northern Territory and Western Australia
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| - The Brass Dingos are a collection of nomadic bikers descended from pre-war bike gangs, highway patrolmen and bike enthusiasts. The gang is formed from several older gangs that over the years lost members and formed other groups. This motley crew of 103 bikers roams the Australian outback. They ride hard, work hard, raid hard, and party hard. This group of miscreants and drug addicts plague areas in Western Australia and the Northern Territory. In an attempt to rule the remaining highway systems of Australia the motorcycle madmen of the Brass Dingos roam the deteriorating highways and rural routes. While time and neglect has taken its tole on the group, what they lack in any formal controls they make up for in shock and awe. The Dingos believe they have much more power than they actually possess. They may believe themselves the masters of the roads but really they're a band of jumped up raiders. They are a dirty pack of vagabonds in the wasteland, looting from the tribals and settlements they encounter. Like locusts, anything of value is stripped and scrapped.
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