Often on dope but not doped out, the blue-eyed, tough-looking foreigners with snarling dragons tattooed on their shapely biceps zip past at menacing speeds on their Enfield motorbikes up and down the serpentine roads of Kulu district. Cocooned in their own world of hash, coke and techno music, they fear no government agency or the police nor give two hoots to law and order.