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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Gassy Granny Joke of the Day


At school, Little Johnny’s classmate tells him that most adults are hiding at least one dark secret, so it’s very easy to blackmail them by saying, “I know the whole truth.” Little Johnny decides to go home and try it out.

Johnny’s mother greets him at home, and he tells her, “I know the whole truth.” His mother quickly hands him $20 and says, “Just don’t tell your father.” Quite pleased, the boy waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, “I know the whole truth.” The father promptly hands him $40 and says, “Please don’t say a word to your mother.”

Very pleased, the boy is on his way to school the next day when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy greets him by saying, “I know the whole truth.” The mailman immediately drops the mail, opens his arms, and says, “Then come give your Daddy a great big hug!”

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What’s a Biker? What’s a Brother?


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

“We know what we are, but know not what we may be. ”
William Shakespeare

This quote by Shakespeare has to say it all, many in the biker world throw around the word “Brotherhood” or “Brother” like it’s just another word, my suspicion is most don’t have a clue what any of those words means or stand for. Today in this lifestyle, you have more posers and wannabees then true hardcore individuals, no you don’t have to ride in a club to be a true biker, you have to know what integrity and honor mean to come close. I don’t know if it’s just me or if it’s society and the type of people it’s producing, most have to agree that people now are nowhere near the integrity that was produced in the old days.

So what is the meaning according to me? What is a biker? Well the biggest thing that comes to mind for me is hard work. A person has to get their ass out of bed in the morning, get to work and be productive, all these kids or young adults, they will be 30 years old and still live at home with mommy and daddy, what kind of shit is that? I myself was out on the street playing the game at 16, out of the folks house at 18, one thing I knew is I had to work my ass off for everything I had, let me tell ya, it wasn’t much either. A biker never sits there looking for handouts, they go out there every day working for what they got, they sure the hell don’t depend on someone doing it for them.

Another quality I look for is Integrity. Integrity is something that doesn’t exist anymore, shit most people don’t know how to stand behind anything they say, always about running the game and hustle. What irritates me even more is hearing this kind of people using the word “Brother”, especially if I know the idiots and what they are about. The word brother really doesn’t mean much to me anymore, I know a lot of others that can say the same thing when you have a bunch of people who have no understanding of the word and meaning, let’s face it, the word gets watered down over time and meaningless.

It has gotten so bad even in the club scene that “Brotherhood” hold very little meaning. I have to blame the clubs on this one, clubs have worried about numbers since the early 90’s instead of the quality of individual coming into the ranks. Take a look around next time you’re at an event, look at some of the individuals in some of these clubs, you will start to awaken to the fact that most are a joke, only a number to boost ranks and that badass image. Deep down I can bet you a million dollars, the club you are looking at is in turmoil, nothing but drama and backbiting. That you all is not “Brotherhood”.

Blood, Sweat, Tears. Always remember those 3 words, those are the only way you can call anyone “Brother”, you’ve had to share all three over an expanded period of time, that’s the only true way of honoring that word and the relationship it holds. The word “Brother” should embody all the emotions of the human spirit, it should define you as a person, you should be honored to have that word used in the same sentence as your name, this type of emotion is what’s missing from the current “Biker World”.

Ask yourself, what is the draw to our Lifestyle in the first place? Yes, I know, the wind and freedom bullshit. But what is really the draw to the Lifestyle? Why does everyone want to be a part of it now when in the old days it was Taboo? It’s something so simple to answer if you really look at it, people want to experience what it is like to have honor, integrity, they want to be noticed by the public as someone who holds onto something in life and fights for it. That’s what the old timers did in the day when being a biker wasn’t cool, people saw how these men stood up for what they believed in and gave society the big “Fuck You” while doing it. People have a tendency to want to copy those who put in the work of achieving something, that is why people are drawn to the biker lifestyle, they feel like this lifestyle will make them into something they cannot be all the time That’s the mentality of the weekend warrior, that’s the motivation behind everything they do.

I’ve always said that you are “A Man before anything else”. Do you have to be the biggest badass? Do you have to act like something you’re not? No, you just have to be yourself, don’t copy someone else because of an image, make the image you, tailor it to what you think it should be, most important have integrity with your word, have truth when you speak no matter the costs. Get up every day and work your ass off and achieve something that day, do it for yourself and no one else. The same goes for riding and being a biker, do it for yourself and no one else, be you. Don’t be something because that is what society thinks a biker should be, if that’s the only reason you are doing it for then know always, you will be a fake, wannabe and someone who deserves no respect at all.

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Outlaw Life: Why Iron Order will never be


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

What’s it like to be involved in the Outlaw Motorcycle Club Lifestyle? Many out there work years trying to get into one of the 3 piece clubs, most grew up dreaming of nothing more than putting on a patch and riding a Harley Davidson. The lifestyle has a mystic allure that many in the general public can only shake their heads in wonder. Just imagine if you will, being a kid riding your bicycle and you see 50 bikers riding duece down the road at 75 miles an hour, it was one of the highlights of my childhood seeing such a sight. Being from the Chicago area my first look at the lifestyle was seeing at least 75 Outlaws M/C Members steaming down Cicero Ave, the throttles wide open and the pipes screaming. From that very day, I knew what I wanted to be, I wanted to be apart of something that was mystic, something that gave the rest in society a pause.

I was fortunate, my friends dad was involved in a motorcycle club, no it wasn’t the Outlaws M/C, it was just a small one who would always be over at my buddies house. I remember always going over there when the guys pulled up, they were always real cool to the neighborhood kids. It was the early 1980s, the old timers sure knew how to make a kid feel good back then, I remember washing bikes, running back and forth getting the guys beers, most of all I remember how they always treated me. A kid could always go up to one of them with a problem or issue and get a straight up answer, answers your mother would be horrified hearing lol.

By the time I reached the age of 21, I was already hanging around a club on the North Side for a few years. It was something amazing, shit from the time I was 18 I was partying with all the guys, talk about learning about life and how people were. I always said I went to the University of Melrose Park, the streets were taught straight forward by the guys, how to survive and get by. Most important, the guys taught us about “Your Word”. Club members live to a different standard in life, they are not your average citizen who will bullshit their way through with just about anything. No, a club member, if he said it, he meant it, never any doubts.

By the time, I started prospecting the little club grew into first a National, then International club. Prospecting was tuff, even though I knew everyone for years, they treated me harder than the rest of the prospects. I remember the President saying to me, “Just because you know everyone doesn’t mean you won’t earn that patch”. At the time it sucked balls, but I’m sure glad the guys put me through the hell they did. The appreciation gained for the club and brothers during that time was priceless, still until this day I take those experiences with me.

Motorcycle Club life isn’t for everyone, especially Outlaw Motorcycle Club life or 3-piece patch as it’s referred too. The members of the National and International clubs have it pretty hard. Being a member of the club is a full-time job, traveling from chapter to chapter, going to the funerals of brothers takes time and money. This is one of the main contentions with clubs like Iron Order (Urine Order as I call them). When you are a member of a 3 piece club and put your heart and soul into it every day, then see some fake ass club out there flying that 3 piece, it burns your ass. You know you went through hell and back to earn yours, you put the work in to get the respect on the streets, then here you have some fake ass rub who is trying to ride on your coat tails. It doesn’t matter what club you are with, that shit is going to burn your ass, especially a club that lets cops into its ranks.

Iron Order will never see what it does wrong, you cannot put a cop in your club for the simple reason that they will never truly be your brother. Do you really think that cop in that patch of yours will protect your ass over his buddies? Hell no, they live by another code then us. It’s the damn Blue Code, they will always protect their boys in blue over those they wear a patch with. If that is the case, how can you call them a brother?

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I can see why a lot of why someone in Iron Order wants to wear an outlaw 3 piece patch, shit most bikers coming into the scene want to get involved in motorcycle clubs or riding clubs, people love sharing the road with others they have something in common. Hog chapters took off, numerous riding clubs through the AMA and Non-AMA, ABATE and so on. But the top of that list is the Motorcycle Club, they want to be able to feel true freedom, want to give society the big “FU”. All that is fine, but you have to go about it the right way, you have to know most MC’s are based on street law, most club guys live on the “Dark Side” for a better explanation. The biker world has so many levels of different subsets it’s mind boggling, you have your weekenders who just go out on the weekends, you have your rubs and cops who just want to act the part, but then you have that special group who lives and breathes every moment nothing but the lifestyle.

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The latter is the ones who make up most Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs, they will get upset when they perceive you stepping on their toes, they live the life every day. Club Members put in the time and effort with their brothers, it’s not just some word to throw around. Iron Order, no matter how much they try, will never fit in the mold of Outlaw Life. They can say whatever they want too, they can tell you on the pretty little website of theirs “We don’t claim territory or want anything to do with the Outlaw Clubs”. Truth is, all you have to do is look at the bullshit conduct, photos of their membership trying to be a gangster and you will have the real story. That story is a wannabee club that is mail order who dreams of being a real club one day, problem is, I can’t foresee that ever being the case. They made their bed, the name is ruined, the best thing they could do is shut it down and try doing it the right way. They will never receive any respect from the true clubs, they went about everything wrong, the internet is not where a brotherhood is made.

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Harley Davidson on the Ropes-News not good


By: James “Topfuel”Macecari

Harley Davidson is on the ropes. Is the Motor Company  starting to loose its grip on the market? According to many financial news sites, Harley Davidson is starting to cook the books, well continue to do so as it has so many times in the past.

“How many times will Harley-Davidson use this tactic to make its sales numbers? To me it’s suspect, and investors should be wary that things might continue to get worse before they get better.” (Source Motley Fool)

What is Harley-Davidson doing  shipping an overabundance of motorcycles to the dealerships, what could be wrong with that? Plenty, that’s because the dealerships still have an overstock of inventory they still haven’t sold. In essence, Harley-Davidson is cooking the books, this so the stock price doesn’t drop off. Why would this concern investors? If the company isn’t selling bikes, the company is losing financial strength and no longer a good investment.

I wrote “Harley- Davidson: No Longer King -Company in trouble” a few weeks back. Many were upset about some of the points that were made in the article, some were trying to give Harley-Davidson legitimacy, saying that “Harley has over 50% of the market share, they can never lose the title.” Others claimed I was bashing Harley-Davidson because I worked for the competition. No, in truth I’m just an independent blogger who rides a Harley -Davidson. No Conspiracy stuff against the company.

Harley-Davidson is in a position right now that mirrors the position they were in before the AMF sale. Strong market share, loyal customer base, and most important, being steered into the ground by corporate greed. Look closely when you walk into a dealership, what do you see? Most of a dealership facility is dedicated to clothing and accessories, be honest now, how many square feet of your local dealership is dedicated to actual motorcycle sales? How much of the sales floor is overstocked with used inventory compared to new inventory? Those observations can be very telling, the dealerships are making more money on used models then new. The market has become flooded with used products, meaning the new stuff has to wait.

This is the issue that Harley is trying to hide from investors ,when you don’t have an uptick in sales from the previous year, especially with it being quarter after quarter, people start to panic. Add the fact that Harley now has an American Company in Polaris (Whom already has a serious reputation in outdoor sports), strong competition from overseas companies like Honda, Yamaha, the market share starts to shrink. People no longer care about the “If you don’t ride a Harley, you’re not a biker”, individuals care only about personal preference and comfort, not an image.

All the news organizations that are experts in the field of financials say the same thing, Harley has to move from its pricing structure.

“But Harley’s been bucking the trend, refusing to give up the premium it charges for its bikes for the sake of market share. And as the past year proved, it lost share to rivals, even though it still does own almost half of the big-bike market.” (Source Motley Fool )

Notice it states, “Big-Bike Market”. This is a distinction that was lost on my last article. Many do not understand that it is only a class of bikes that  corners the market, it’s only one aspect of the motorcycle market. Why do you think Harley-Davidson came out with the smaller Sportster? Most of the market are not looking for a Bagger, they are not looking for a Fatboy, they are looking for a reliable bike to get around the city in, after all, most bikes are sold in major cities and suburbs.

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What is my opinion on what Harley needs to do? First return to customer service, get the dealerships to rid employees thinking that if you’re not in there to buy a 20,000 bike, you must not be worth the attention. I hate going into dealerships for anything, I always go to the small independent shop, just because of that type of attitude. Another thing I would suggest is to concentrate on making something new, bring out a new class, change the line up a bit like they did with the 550s, and 750s. Finally, get back to your original customer base, the ones who stuck with you all these years, get the prices of the bikes back where the working man can afford them. Those suggestions are what most people who love the company want, something as simple as those suggestions could get Harley back on track. Will they do it? Probably not, they are now indebted to the RUBS and other investors.

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Iron Order M/C Cry to Facebook: We are being cyber bullied


There have still been no charges filed against Iron Order Motorcycle Club hit man Derrick “Kong” Duran. Duran shot and killed one member of the Mongols Motorcycle Club and seriously wounded another at the Colorado Motorcycle Exposition in Denver on January 30.Source Aging Rebel

Yesterday, complaints from Iron Order members convinced Facebook to remove a couple of what the Iron Order calls “hater pages.” The pages were “IOMC The Real Truth 2” and “I Think Iron Order Sucks Too.” Source Aging Rebel

You have to love the Aging Rebel. They get the best information on what is going on within the Biker Community. I like to thank you over there because you always give me some good shit to blog about, especially when it comes to the wannabees over at Iron Order M/C.

Today we get to talk about the idiots of a so-called motorcycle club filled with cops, if you’re wondering why Derrick “Kong” Duran didn’t get charged in the Denver shooting, it’s because he’s a corrections officer. Yep you heard it right he works for the State of Colorado as a pig inside the joint. It’s this reason alone that he has not been charged, even though he was photographed running up the stairs with the gun in his hand and no one around him was armed.

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Well, looks like after the shooting the mainstream media have stepped up their critique on why cops are trying to act like bikers, the ones they work so very hard to bust and harass all the time. It also looks like the Iron Order is having it’s feelings hurt all over social media, in response they have complained to Facebook that they are getting cyber bullied. Yes, you heard it right, a motorcycle club is complaining it’s getting cyber bullied. They fear for their lives lol.

By now I know most reading this is shaking their heads saying “What the Fuck”, you know with that stupid look a dog gives you when you’re acting a fool. I’ve been riding for 30 years and nothing like this has ever been heard of. A suppose motorcycle club crying that it is being bullied. “People are making fun out of us mommy!” I’ve heard of everything nowadays being politically correct, but come on really?

Iron Order has done nothing for the Biker Lifestyle but gives it a big black eye, everything from pictures on the internet with members on their knees simulating sucking a guy off, to crying to a dam internet site about being bullied. Really come on. How is people even a member of an organization like this?

We all have to thank Iron Order, for one thing, they have united clubs all across the world. They have disgraced what a motorcycle club is about, they have dishonored the meaning of brotherhood, most of all they brought cops into their club. Was this on purpose? Seems to be the case, they knew once they started out that they would need cover from the cops because they intended to disrespect all the clubs out there. They have screwed with the Red and White, Black and White, Gold and Red, a big mistake. Sooner or later someone is going to get hurt or even killed over the antics.

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When the Iron Order screwed around in Denver and Killed a Mongol they stirred a wasp nest. This incident you can bet was the last draw for a lot of the clubs out there. The old saying goes “You can only play with fire until you get burned”. Iron order played with a 3 alarm blaze this time. What sad about this whole situation, these asses are recruiting off the internet, people who do not know any better is going to search them out and try and join them. After all, it’s pretty simple to get a patch in the mail. People will see it as an opportunity to join a club with some television coverage, Iron Order won’t warn these people the dangers they will be facing putting on that patch, won’t tell them they are blacklisted in the motorcycle world.

Hopefully, I can reach those people through this article, warn them to find a legit club to prospect for or just to hang around. If you think that being apart of a club is just the patch on your back, your wrong. Putting on a patch for these people will only get you hurt, you might be the coolest person, the sad truth is these asses at Iron Order will get you hurt. Being a part of an M/C is not getting a patch online, years and years of traditions are in effect on the streets, some held very dearly to many. Iron Order is a recipe for disaster, after all, do you really want to wear a patch of a club that gets cyber bullied?

 

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National Council of Clubs Responds to Denver Motorcycle Expo Shooting


“The National Council of Clubs has a heightened concern with the general demeanor of some law enforcement member motorcycle clubs. The repeated public displays of violence by members of the Iron Order, combined with the conflict they infuse within society, as compared to the intended mission of law enforcement, should be a concern to all citizens, professional law enforcement and government officials everywhere.”

Official Statement At National Council Of Clubs2016-02-01_14-09-48

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