This thing has tentacles. Far reaching, invisible tentacles. It cares not that you’re not of it’s world. You are still expected to abide by its rules. There are serious consequences. It’s not a TV show; sometimes you don’t get to go home.
Being in a club has implications that you don’t think of when you decide to hang-around. You’ll be watched. You’ll be followed home. This includes those who sign up for a manufacturer’s “club.” If you’re riding in the wrong area you’ll get “hit up” by the dominant club of that area. Don’t know what that means? You should probably learn. It could save your ass. Hell, sometimes you can’t even wear a t-shirt supporting your favorite MC-centered television show. For real.
Family clubs are not immune. Let me tell you a cautionary tale. In a land far, far away there was a respected family club who were invited to the anniversary party of another family club they were friendly with. Several members and a prospected rolled out for the hour-plus ride to the location. They wore their colors without anyone having a second thought. Shit hit the fan as soon as they arrived in the parking lot. Members of the area’s dominant Outlaw club swarmed the place. In some regions, protocol dictates that if a club wants to have a function on a dominant club’s turf, the Outlaw club must be “invited” to attend. Normally this would be something to be noted, but not a big deal. The problem was that these particular clubs shared the same colors. Members of the Outlaw club circled the family club members like jackals, openly salivating at the prospect of a feeding frenzy of violence endorsed by the powers that be. You could almost smell the dread. The family club’s President did a tap dance for the Chapter President. It was suggested that the family club’s members “stick around,” as the Outlaw club’s National President would be arriving in 15 minutes. The suggestion translated to “don’t even think about leaving.” They wouldn’t have even gotten their bikes rolling before the Hell started.
The National President arrived. The air stilled. Turns out he was a pretty outwardly nice and reasonable guy. The family club’s President did some more tap dancing. It worked. He was “advised” by the National President to inform his membership to stop wearing their colors, for their “safety,” until he heard back from him. To the best of my knowledge, the family club is still awaiting that call.
Short and fat
Here she is with a 10 over and a fat front tire. I don’t hate it…opinions?
I dig the fat tire. Unique.
There will be times when some of your brothers will act like bitches.
It’s best to just step back and take a deep breath.
This will keep you from stabbing them in the fucking head.
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