Malfunction RIP

Mal Cooper was a presence in any gathering of Monarchs or Motorcyclists. He had a larger than life attitude and a booming voice to match. 

One incident sticks in my memory. It was probably in the early eighties. He was in a train and it was an old red rattler model. There were many doors on these old dungers and within easy reach of every seat.

Mal was reading the Green Horror, (as the Australian Motor Cycle News was known due to its many typos), and quietly minding his own business.

At the time skinheads and sharpies were infesting parts of Melbourne. A group of this gentry got on the train and demanded Mal's wallet. Without parley of any sort, Mal grabbed the first one to hand and bodily ejected him from the open door.

The rest of the group quietly retreated to the far corner and at the next station got off and presumably went back to along the tracks to see if their mate had survived.

Mal always said he wasn't worried about the consequences of his actions. He said, 'they can't do anything to me, I'm a certified lunatic!'

Stewart Doig
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