We bring you to the story and life of constant conflict that was running a feud between the Mods and Rockers through the late 1950s until the mid '60s, the sudden mayhem had begun as a rising panic through the British seaside towns, they were widely perceived as violent thugs, these rockers had worn black leather jackets jeans and motorcycle boots and they liked to listen to rock and roll music whereas the mod culture had centered their fashion with parker jackets and jeans and they had liked to listen to modern jazz, soul, Motown, and ska music, this was evident between the stark contrast between the Mods and Rockers. Conflicts and riots started to thrive throughout the seaside towns in 1964 especially throughout Clacton-On-Sea Essex area, throughout this story, we will be focusing on five casual Mod brothers that are still alive today 2024. But let me personally tell you this from this moment on, it is a fictional story as I am no witness to the events, but one thing I can say is I do know fairly well. And three of them most certainly loved their scooters and motorcycles. These five brothers had become well known in the local area of Tendering and no doubt throughout the best part of Essex, as they had loved pubs, clubs, scooters, and five brothers, who wouldn't have loved to make some havoc? Mature teenage men with pure adrenalin and Ska music running through their veins, became the prime age to make a statement in the vicinity of their home territory. I mean what could possibly go wrong if they bumped into someone from a whole different culture, background, or group like the rockers, with their slick hair, leather jackets, and biker boots, they probably looked different, spoke different, and most certainly smelt different, with those leather jackets, smelt of leather and unpleasant odor no doubt. The five Mod brothers and their clan weren't about to make up numbers they wanted to get known around the territory of Essex and anyone else that may want to cross paths with. A young teenage Mob had from the outset to Tread their mark throughout this era of the Mods and Rockers, and they would go to any lengths or heights to sabotage their rival's parties or local rally gatherings. The Mods were rising, so the Rockers knew they had to stand their territory, to stand and fight for what was right, their culture, rock n roll music, the black leather jackets, motorcycle boots, and slick back hair. They were fighting for their generation, they were fighting for their image, they were fighting for their differences, they were fighting for their right, they were fighting to become an icon. But we all know fighting is not necessarily the only answer for sorting out your differences, but when you get a herd of men arguing over a culture, it is fair to say it is like banging two large lumps of wood together. At the end of it all, you will still get the same response, two planks of wood, just like the two fighting cultures. The only thing that was left dented was their ego, their pride, and in the end, a depleted culture. With the passing of time, the novelty wears off, and cultures die out, facing all kinds of trials, illnesses, diseases, sickness, poverty, death, or imprisonment.