Growing up a son of an Outlaw Biker Part 1


By James Macecari

“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.”
― Shaun Hick

Many of us grew up during a time when stuff was pretty damned hard. I grew up with 3 brothers in Chicago. Mother worked two jobs most of her life and my Father, who would have a huge impression worked in a steel mill. Times were tough, we lived in a cockroach infested 3 bedroom apartment on the Northside of Chicago in a mostly Latino neighborhood. My pops moved to Chicago when he was 14 from Oceana West Virginia. He lived a hard and screwed up life. His father, my grandfather, was an old-school coal miner and the meanest drunk West Virginia ever seen.

I can remember being told a story about my grandfather. One day he got on one of his drunken rages and beat my grandmother up. The cops were called to the house, my grandfather was waiting for the sheriff on top of a hill. Everyone knew each other back then since the town was so small. He said ” Listen up Mike, I have one bullet in this revolver for you and one for me. Make your choice”. Let’s just say the sheriff let the situation cool off. Dam Grandfather was so mean the town showed up to the funeral to make sure he was dead.

I now know those days for my father haunted him. He was also a drunk. A mean one at that. He would give us a beating for just about anything. One of the biggest mistakes that we could make as boys was for him to catch us crying or losing a fight. I remember one time the school called. Told him I’d been in a fight at school and got a bloody nose or some crap. He specifically asked “Did he win? Cause if not, he has another ass whooping coming when he gets home”. Yea the threat of an ass whooping from him installed in me. “If I ever got into a fight” I better damn well make sure I did everything I could to win it.

When I was about 10 my father and his friends started hanging around a motorcycle club in the area. When I turned 11 he was a full patched member and always out on the weekends. During the week after he got out of work, he would be hanging with his brothers. It was always a point of contention with my mother. After a while, she just accepted him being gone all the time. Shit it actually was a quiet time around the house and ass whoopings got lesser the more he was with the club.

When I turned 13, my pops started bringing me around all the guys. It was a sight to see, all those Harleys and Triumphs, what an amazing experience. My favorite part of being taken around the guys was a huge Rotty named “Rex”. It was the security for the clubhouse. Mean ass mother, but he was as nice as could be to me. As the year went on my pops would bring me to the clubhouse more and more. I became close friends with another members son. We are still the closest of brothers till this day. One thing that didn’t matter was the race. It was a white/latino club. Being in a Latino neighborhood, I was able to get the biker culture from both sides.

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14 was the first time I got laid. Yes, It was my birthday and my pops came up to me and said to hit the back room. The room is where the guys held all of their meetings. I thought I was about to get my ass whooped and didn’t even know why. My pops closed the door and said make me proud. About 10 minutes later a 25-year-old stripper came into the room and my world was rocked. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. We were in the room for about 30 minutes, I blew my cherry bomb and she left the room. About 5 minutes later I heard my pops yelling for me to get out of the room now. When I came out all the guys from the club were out in the bar area yelling up a storm and giving me the high 5. Talking about becoming a man that day, and even better all those people cheering you on for popping your cherry.
Another big moment for me came when my pops got me a 1977 cb750 piece of shit when I was 15. Actually, it was a frame and box of parts, couldn’t even call it a scooter because shit was everywhere and not assembled at all. “Here’s your ride, every day after your chores and school I better see you putting this thing together.” He threw me a box of tools and I had at it. Man, I remember I had no damn clue what I was doing. When I would ask my pops for help, he smacks the shit out of me and tells me if I could read I could do it my damn self. It took me a year and a half to get that bike up and running. I had nothing but a year and a half of busted up knuckles and pride with that damn bike.

By the time, I was 16 my pops got rid of his steel mill job and told my mother he was finished. Couldn’t take the ragging any longer from her. I chose to go with my pops while my brothers chose to stay with my mother. My pops got a 1 bedroom house a few miles from where I grew up. He had a stripper as a new ol lady, stupid bitch was high or drunk most of the time but she was cool too me. She was one of those broads that would make you shake your head every time she talked. I especially liked her because she would bring her friends over from the strip club all the time. Yea it was a high school kid dream let me tell you.

That dream didn’t last long, when I turned 17, it was May 15th, about 4:30 in the morning I was awakened with Feds, DEA, and ATF busting through the door. It was a coordinated bust that took down half of the club, over 120 agents launched multi- raids throughout the morning. That was the first time I found myself face deep in the ground with some pig yelling at me to stay “The Fuck Still”. My ol man was in the other room screaming up a storm while you heard his dipshit ol lady crying like a bitch always does in situations like that.

The last time I saw my Ol man walking free was that night. As I was laying face down with my head turned, a cop on my back, he was led out of the house. I can still remember that moment in time like it was yesterday, seemed all to go by in slow motion. When they got my ol man out of the house the cop finally lets me up, started asking the bullshit questions. Who are you? What is your relation and crap like that? It took them all day to rummage through the house, me sitting there on the floor the whole time watching as the government laughed and joke about how big the bust was. They got 15 of the guys on RICO charges, Guns, drugs, prostitution. The whole damn case was built by one of the guys turning states rat because he got caught up on a coke charge and didn’t want to do the 5 years.

The hardest point I believe in my life, up to that point, of course, was watching a so-called brother of my Ol Man testifying against everyone on the stand. At 17, it wasn’t something I could comprehend. How the hell could someone do that to their brothers? I kept asking myself that question as he was on the stand, you knew what you were doing, you accepted the risks, but why turn on your club and brothers when you were caught? 5 years, he would have probably got out in 2.5, instead, he chose to rat on everyone. It was not only hard for me to understand, but I could tell pops was taken back by it all. Here is a man he trusted, one who he was with on a daily basis, shit we all use to have dinner over at his house all the time, but here he was testifying against everyone. Yea you can say that would screw with your head a bit.

June 26th the following year all the guys were convicted on all charges, instead of separate trials they all went at it together. I was sitting in the booth right behind my pops when they were all told to rise. Before the judge spoke, my pops turned around to me, “Boy, don’t you ever forget what you see here today, these are true men, true men stand side by side no matter what. Never rat on your brothers, never talk to the police ever, have honor in your word, remain loyal to your beliefs”. 5 minutes after my pops spoke those words his sentence came down. Life without the possibility of parole. He did not show any emotion, he kept his head up high and never once asked the court for mercy.

After everyone received their sentences my pop said: “Well that’s that, take care of yourself, boy, remember what I said”. My pops got assigned to Atlanta Penitentiary in Georgia, I know it had to be hard on him since he was so far away and I couldn’t come visit a lot. He did arrange for me to stay with the clubs new active President “Rooster”, Rooster always watched out for me and pops knew I would be taken care of. After being with my pops and around the club all those years he knew, as well as I did, I could never go back and live with my mom.

Rooster was about 34 and owned a strip club called the “Whiskey Bombs”. Rooster set me up with a room in the back of the club, gave me a job supplying the bar, cleaning up and most important to a kid my age, lots of eye candy every day.

Working and living in the strip club gave me what I needed, “Street Smarts”. You meet all kinds of screwed up people in a strip club, all of whom will try and pull some kind of game on you, the worst being the strippers themselves. Rooster always pounded it into my head, “Don’t ever for a minute trust a stripper, they will steal you blind and then turn around and steal your mother blind”.

Two years went by, I felt like I had the world by the balls until one day Rooster sat me down. “You ol man had a heart attack, he didn’t make it kid”. I was speechless, looked at the wall and couldn’t speak or move, my whole world came crashing down. Rooster sat and told me what had happened, my pops didn’t die alone, he was fortunate to have a couple of brothers serving time with him right by his side. Rooster looked at me after he was done. “You have 30 minutes to cry when I walk out of this room and when I come back in, that will be the last you ever cry for your ol man, you pops wouldn’t have wanted that, today you learn the hard lesson of life. Man up and move on”.

Rooster left the room, I did as he said and mourned my pops passing for those 30 minutes and when he came back he told me to come out to the bar. He had some of the brothers from the club there by then, “This is to “Bear” a true brother, a man of honor, loyalty and most of all, a father”. The guys shouted out and started chugging down drinks, the party lasted a couple of days, it was a gift for me to be a part of that celebration. It showed me just how much my pops was loved and respected, my pops funeral was attended by not only the club brothers but many within the whole biker community, club or not. It was an amazing feeling seeing over 300 bikes, 100 cars lead my pops to his finally resting place in Elmhurst. It was at that time I said to myself ” I’m going to follow in my pops footsteps”. All I ever wanted from that point on was a patch in the same brotherhood he was a part of.

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Harley No Longer King : Company in trouble


Once upon a time, Harley Davidson use to be the mega force in the motorcycle industry. It was always at the top of the list for any respecting biker to want to own. To be in most motorcycle clubs, one had to have a Harley. A biker without a Harley wasn’t considered to be a biker but just some wannabee. All that has now changed. The once-mighty symbol of freedom and image has started to crumble. The company that used to be the king of the road is just a shadow of itself. The company has no one to blame but itself for its fall from grace.

Harley got to be where it was from those hard working blue collar workers, workers that went to work every day and busted ass just to be able to ride and raise hell on the weekends. Since the early 90s when the lifestyle started to change and different people, usually not a part of Harley’s core customers came flocking to the lifestyle, Harley took advantage of this new influx and started to raise prices. This was a serious mistake on Harleys part.Harley started to price out its core customer base and relied on a customer base that wouldn’t stick with the company for long.

In the early 2000’s shows like Biker Build-Off, Orange County Choppers kept Harley riding high. Shows like those brought customers who never considered riding before into the mix. The Chopper craze was in full swing and if you couldn’t afford one of those a Harley was the next best thing. Harley started it’s decline at this point I believe. Harley started to focus not only on raising prices, even more, they started pushing clothing and accessories as a bigger part of the company instead of staying focused on a better bike.

In 2006, most of the reality show started to go off the air and the recession was starting to loom. Those customers Harley relied upon started to get out of the lifestyle. Started selling off those bikes. The used market became saturated with all kinds of makes and models. That saturation continues till today. What happens when the used market becomes saturated with bikes? No one really wants to spend the 25,000 to get a brand new bagger. Shit, no one wants to spend 10,000 on a Sportster. When people don’t buy then production starts to be cut and people at the company get laid off.

Harley was lucky in its marketing. It had a loyal base from the Vietnam era that pushed an idea. If you were not riding a Harley then you were not a REAL biker. Some of that thinking still exist today but not like it use to be. The problem with that thinking is people started saying “If you’re on two wheels, who gives a shit what you’re riding”. I agree fully with that saying by the way. I got to that point when Harley started closing up factories here in the states and gave work to Mexico and India. When they started shipping production overseas the product suffered. Just look at all the recalls that have started just last year. Quality might as well be made if China.

Since the Old Scooter tramps are now moving onto other things in life a new generation has started to come up. That new generation has gravitated towards Honda, Yamaha, Suzuki, Indian and Victory. Why? Well, it comes down to those companies make a better product then Harley. Most have a better design and most important are way more reliable. No one likes being on the side of the road on a long haul because the ride they are on has design flaws.( Pictured below YAMAHA XV 1900 Midnight Star)

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I sometimes found it funny when old timers would say “Yea they might make Hondas in Ohio but the money still goes to Japan”. I would just shake my head and tell them “Well, at least, some of that money is going into a hard working blue collar American who is taking pride building that bike”. Yea that usually shut them up lol. It was even funnier when that same old timer called me a couple weeks later asking for a tow because he and his Harley were on the side of the road. “You were saying about Harley again?”

Don’t think I’m here picking on Harley. I own a 03 Soft tail. I also own a Midnight Star. I usually ride the soft tail around town and the Star on long hauls. My personal preference is the Star rides a lot smoother than the Soft tail and my old ass need all the comfort I can get.

What does this mean for Harley when companies like Honda, Yamaha, Victory start putting out better bikes then them? Simple the market share becomes smaller and smaller for Harley. (See Here). Harley is starting to literally fall apart according to their financials. The only bright spot for Harley has been its 550 and 750 models that mainly sell overseas. While Harley was raising prices and putting out some bad bikes over these past couple years the competition came in and swooped up that blue collar base that Harley turned it’s back

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Do I think Harley will ever get back to it’s original core, customers? If they don’t I think they will be in the same spot they were in the 70’s. They will be facing bankruptcy and this time, won’t have a loyal base to bail them out. Harley miscalculated who would stick by them in the 90s and 00s. They also miscalculated that everyone in the lifestyle just needed to have that Harley to live up to the image. The new Image isn’t about owning a Harley to be a true Biker. The new image is “Just ride” and who gives a crap what you are riding.

 

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Rogue Goverment Vs Outlaws Mc


 Today let’s look into just how bad the Police Departments around the country are getting. The Outlaws MC in Illinois are fighting to get vests back that belong to the club after a fight that broke out in a local bar. Now mind you that the property is the clubs and not that of any individual. The Government is claiming that the patches are gang related and push gang activity and should not be giving back. Mind you the Lizard Lounge is in unincorporated Wonder Lake. Why does that sound so familiar? It happens to be where that jagoff cop committed suicide and had everyone in the area looking for 3 armed men. The same officer and wife is accused of stealing thousands from a youth program. This is who Wonder Lake has working for them.

Kyle Mandernack- Mchenry County Deputy told a judge recently and I quote “The vests are directly related to facilitate street gang-related crime.” I proudly present dipshit.

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Now the Outlaws MC have the Constitution and case law on their side .The United States Supreme Court, in a case called Roberts v. United States, had already laid down the general ground rules about which symbols are legal: “An individual’s freedom to speak, to worship, and to petition the government for the redress of grievances could not be vigorously protected from interference by the State unless a correlative freedom to engage in group effort toward those ends were not also guaranteed. According protection to collective effort on behalf of shared goals is especially important in preserving political and cultural diversity and in shielding dissident expression from suppression by the majority. Consequently, we have long understood as implicit in the right to engage in activities protected by the First Amendment a corresponding right to associate with others in pursuit of a wide variety of political, social, economic, educational, religious, and cultural ends.” (Source the Aging Rebel)

This government is moving towards a Australia type of law. In Oz they have made it almost impossible to wear colors or express your basic human right of association. Brothers or in Oz get constant harassment from the police, police are able to use this law on anyone who is wearing a patch. A person is even barred from owning a tattoo shop if your friends with anyone in a club. This is what the cops here in the states want. It’s not enough they have the god complex, they want it all. Total control over the citizens of this country. Cops have the politicians in the back pocket. The poor me bullshit of risking their lives on a daily basis argument gets them alot.

The government is in the process of trying to use copyright laws and more to take the Mongols patch away. So where is the outcry? This is basic first Amendment rights being targeted and the general population is content to let it happen. This government is going to any lengths to control the population. Time to wake up people and see exactly what those people in office are trying to do.

The Outlaws Motorcycle Club appealed and Rabb told the Second District Appellate Court in Elgin, Illinois that the confiscation was a Constitutional issue. He said, “Wearing the vest in and of itself is not a crime,”

When the judges asked Assistant State’s Attorney Jana Blake Dickson why the state wanted to keep the patches, she replied, “I imagine getting the patches off the street” would make “it harder to use (them) as a threat.” (Source Aging Rebel)

The argument the ASA made on why the government should keep the vests is an outright joke. It’s like saying if I’m wearing a Triumph Patch and the ASA and cops dont like Triumphs it should be banned because it causes too much friction with Harley Riders and it should be outlawed so they prevent any violence. Come on you dumb idiots at least make a reasonable argument.

This is the kind of government we have now. People just sit back and go about their lives and never question them. They wonder why things get so bad down the road. If you don’t hold your reps accountable then you deserve everything you get. Hopefully the Outlaws will win this case. If they don’t it will be used by every cop department to finally get the OZ law they have been dreaming about.

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Outlaw Life: A 1%ers Take


This past week the internet has been buzzing about the shooting involving the Mongols M/C and the Iron Order M/C. The internet is abound with people on both sides talking about what went down so I’d figured I give my 2 cents on the Outlaw Life. I think I have a leg to stand on since I’ve been living it for over 20 years. All you internet tough guys try to listen up, you young guns take note and learn something. What happened in Colorado is a trend happening all over this country. You have cops who since Hollister have rode the asses of every hard working blue collar man who ever decided to get together with his brothers and party their asses off after working all fucking week to support a family.

This new modern age of Bikers don’t know shit about what it was like starting in the 60’s all the way through the 80’s and 90’s. The harassment that men before all you new jacks had to deal with to get this lifestyle where it is today was done with blood,sweat and tears. Men served hard time for what they believed in cause some faggot cop got a hair up their ass because they thought these men were all criminals. In those days if you wore a patch you were a criminal and faced Rico laws just because you were apart of the club. It never mattered that you worked a job with 12 hour shifts 6 days a week just to earn a living. You still were beneath the cocksuckers and they were gods with a badge.

If any of you New Jacks notice on any of the threads. You have alot of tough talk going on. It’s real easy to do that from a keyboard in the safety of your own home. Yes it might make you feel strong and tough. It also makes you without honor and integrity. Only a true man (Forget even being a biker) stands toe to toe against someone to defend their beliefs.

I’ve heard time and time again from some fuck tards “This is a free country and I can wear what I want on my back”. Oh really I say? Did you stupid motherfuckers earn that rag on your back? Or did you buy it on the internet like some Iron Order Fuck? Did you put in the time with being kicked,beaten,run around like some fucking mule to earn the respect and love of your brothers? Do you fucks even know what a brother is? Is it some fancy cool name to throw around? Yea this is a free country. But did you spill your blood to earn the respect for the name you carry on your back?

1%ers. Yea the AMA gave us a gift when it said “99% of bikers follow the law”. No what it should’ve of said 1% of bikers don’t give a shit and want to live life under their own terms. 1%ers today because of your cops and media label 1% clubs all criminal. That’s one thing we didn’t accomplish as 1% clubs was to push back on that notion. Every dam organization has something or someone fucked up that is going to screw it up for everyone. Shit the Moose,Elks and those old time fraternities probably have more white collar shit going on then any 1% club I know. There lies the difference don’t it? White collar and Blue Collar.

So why did it become cool to act like a “Outlaw Biker” or try to carry that image? You middle age cum guzzlers fell for all that Harley Davidson advertising bullshit. You all want to go buy your nice little t shirts and 300 riding boots and hit the road for the image more then a lifestyle. Cops caught onto this propaganda bullshit and now they want to work 40 hours busting us and the other times being us. I have nothing against anyone wanting to get out there and burning through the asphalt on two wheels. Shit not even cops. But how can you try to act something your not? How the hell do you look at yourself in the mirror? A cop has to ask themselves if they are a real man if they can’t choose who they want to be.

You want to know why Iron Order is hated in the Club World? It’s a real simple answer. They have no idea what that patch they are wearing stands for. They claim to not want territory. Why the hell wear state or city rockers? Solve the problem and slap a United States Rocker on and be done with it. Another question is how the hell can you be proud of something when you didnt earn the shit? Mail order patches for clubs might as well be like ordering from Harley. The worse thing about Iron Order is allowing Law Enforcement into it’s rank with blue collar guys. How in the world do you let a LEO into your club? Them bastards have been busting scooter tramps for ages. They have their own Blue Brotherhood, You can bet your ass they wouldn’t let you be apart of that without a badge.

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Another big question I get is “Why do 1% or the bigger clubs try to tell everyone what to do, who can wear what?” Dumbshits this is not done to try to show our ass or say we have the bigger dick. It’s because when one of you fucking SOA idiots go out there causing hell in a bar or rally the shit comes back on the 1%er clubs. The public automatically assume you twats are apart of the 1% club and we are the ones who get the fucking hassle. You knobs bring the unwanted attention to where it don’t belong. It’s that dam simple. What I think is clubs that just throw a patch on are punks, pussies with no balls. You would think it would be easier to do shit the right way and get brought into the mix with other clubs. The parties and people you get to meet are well worth the tiny bit of respect that is needed to just introduce your club properly.

Well if we go ask for permission we will be under that clubs thumb? Your a stupid fuck and moron if you think that way. 1%ers have their own brotherhood and all the problems that come with it. They sure the fuck don’t want to sit there and play boss to some other club. They sure don’t want to be brought into any bullshit crap another club pulls that can level a RICO Charge on them. It’s a simple respect thing because the 1%ers are the ones in the area that paved the way for you to wear that cut.

You want to know what a 1%ers life is like? It’s busting your ass at a job providing for your family and afterwards hanging with your brothers in the garage, working on scoots and talking shit about broads. It’s about partying it hard on the weekends and putting thousands of miles on the scooter until the dam wheels fall off. It’s about you becoming apart of that scooter and riding in rain or snow because without that bike you don’t have that identity. It’s about living your life by your terms and not societies, that don’t mean we are criminals but free spirits. We love our families, our brothers and club. Thats really the only thing that has any meaning to us. The lifestyle we built was based on that and that alone. We are not a fucking TV show, we don’t run guns or play town sheriff. Thats what our life is made of and you better believe we will do anything to protect the history of those who came before us and pass it on to the next generation.

Remember these things next time you throw a rag on. Remember these things when you think you have the right to piss on those who made this lifestyle the way it is for you. Remember it wasn’t you that had to put in the work.

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Confederation of Clubs- Why it’s needed


If you’re a biker and have any worth or brains at all you know that a National and series of State Confederation of Clubs exist. Why do they exist is the first question I usually get from new jacks coming into the lifestyle. They always usually follow up that question by Why is the 1% clubs usually run the organization or have a sizable influence on the organization? You can’t put down an individual for asking and wanting to gain knowledge on the subject.

NCOM, as it’s commonly referred to just, held it’s 30 year National Convention on May 7th, 2015. The Confederation of Clubs is a Biker Rights organization that is run by bikers for bikers. “The goal and purpose of NCOM are to assist all motorcycle organizations and individual riders with legal, legislative and other motorcycling issues. The Coalition will not dictate to any organization, but will be available to assist NCOM member groups through such FREE services as legislative assistance, nationwide information network, public awareness programs, safety projects, loan program, biker anti-discrimination legal and legislative assistance, etc.” That right there is NCOMS mission statement and a great one at that.

Before being a biker was cool old scooter tramps had to endure the endless games Johnny Law wanted to play. You want to talk about a leo profiling based on looks then just ask a scooter tramp that had to deal with the little pig fuckers from the beginning of the club eras to even the present day. This is one of the main reasons Leo’s or their clubs will never be accepted by those who have lived and breathed this lifestyle since before they can remember. I can remember being pulled over because of the rag on my back and having 3 or 4 squads on the scene just to fuck with me. No speeding, No nothing, it was all over what I looked like and what I was wearing.

It was stuff like that as well as other things that led NCOM to come about. Clubs got together and said enough was enough. Time to fight these Leos and those governments who thought it was alright to mess with someone just because they didn’t like what they were wearing.

On January 27, 1986, leaders of various motorcycle groups from across America met in Las Vegas to discuss a “coming together” and the overwhelming need for a national voice to protect our lifestyle and right to ride. The National Coalition of Motorcyclists (NCOM) was born.

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So why do the 1% clubs have a major influence on the coalition? It’s real simple. It was these brothers who had to endure and fight johnny law on daily basis for the rights you enjoy today. 1% clubs have a huge importance within the biker community. Why? Because they are able to keep fuck tards from ruining it for everyone else. This is why a protocol exists when a club wants to start out and wear patches. The 1% club doesn’t do it to be dicks. The biggest reason why they do it is because they don’t want assholes running around with patches tearing the community up and ruining it for everyone else. Most of this 1% clubs have been around 50 to 60 years and know good and well what a group of cum munching assholes can do running around causing hell. Actually, it’s these rogue clubs that cause the issues we see with the dam leos screwing with everyone.

New Jacks also like asking the question. If NCOM exists then why are the 1% clubs still always fighting each other? Ncom exists for the rights of bikers against those who wish to impede on our god giving right to be who we are. It is a neutral ground where clubs can come together and discuss those issues. The major 1% clubs hopefully one day will come together with a binding peace. But alot of bad blood over the many years is sometimes hard to overcome. Could everyone imagine if all the majors finally put everything behind them and joined forces? Dam what a sight that would be. The power and unity that the world would see would never be matched by anyone out there on the streets. Scooters and brotherhood bind us together as one. Each group, on the other hand, has it’s own goals and most of the time those goals are not shared by the others. Peace would be nice but from all my years in the lifestyle, it’s something that just won’t come about. Like I said before. Too much bad blood.

 

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So does a Bitch belong anywhere but on the back?


Hey there butt rapist!! It’s that time again where we come together to piss on someones cereal because they can’t take what they read. Isn’t that what America is about now a days? Everyone crying that their feelings are hurt? Well keeping with that tradition I bet Im going to piss off a lot of people with this post. Not only the cum guzzling little house wives, but probably some fake ass wannabee middle age fuck tard that licks his wives pussy on her orders.

What has happened to real men now a days anyways? For one ass nuggets don’t work any more, they sit in front of a tv and play video games all day while whacking off to internet porn. Yea I know internet porn is pretty awesome but dam put the little tally wacker away and go to work or at least send the ol lady out to make the money. Now a days these so called men would never dare put a women in her place though. To busy worrying about Mary Poppins not giving him his monthly pussy taste. Yea I know this is a whole different subject then what the post is suppose to be about.

So it’s almost 2016 and every summer you see all these women riding around with their pretty little leathers. Has times really changed that much? In the old days you would never see this kind of stuff in the lifestyle unless the bitch was some kind of bull dyke that would probably whoop your ass. Nope now you see the normal house wife on a scooter by herself. No longer are they posing on the ol mans scoot,they are actually out there acting the man. I guess women’s lib made it into the Biker lifestyle.

Use to be only time you seen a broad around was when she was on her knees giving the brother next to ya some happy times.  Riding a scooter was a man’s chance to get away from the ol lady and get out there and let loose. Now the so called brothers have to have the ol lady tagging along. Shit causes too much drama.You have this bitch and that bitch crying and whining she did this or she did that. How the hell is a man suppose to get out there and enjoy the brothers and the road? Leave the bitch at home unless it’s your side piece.

This new wave of scooter tramps need to discover their balls. This is exactly why the new age is so jacked up. Men are no longer men. Always led around on a leash. So lets do a little exercise out there. Nest time your ol lady wants to come out with you and the brothers just tell her NO! Stay your ass home where you belong. If I wanted you to go with then I would’ve asked you too. That right there will get ya laid boys. Frees you up to get some new pussy. Most of all it allows you to jump on your scooter and enjoy the piece and quiet of the road.

Now this is for all the ladies out there. You know you cum guzzlers want a real man. How it really must screw with you having to play mommy to your wannabee Sons of Anarchy baby biker boy. If he’s kissing you fat ass then he isn’t what ya need. He’s not going to give it to you the way a real man will. I know your ol man is involved with one of those Leo Clubs and you wish you could be with a real dog in a 3 piece club. A man that will just throw you down and screw your brains out until every fiber of your being is worn out. Well you wont find that with some pussy whipped middle age suit and tie playing biker on the weekends. Especially no idiot running around in an Iron Order patch or any of them other cop clubs. Best advice to give you is run and get you a lawyer. Get rid of the ball licker as soon as you can.

See ya next week ape fuckers lol