Are you a rider or a biker?
#271
09-18-2009, 07:04 PM
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The Fat Mexican pretty much owns Texas. They have a support club in the area that shall remain nameless. They are about it for 1%ers down here, not sure about Houston. We have all the other clubs that everyone else has as well. Baca, Blue Knights, Los Carnales and La Familia, CMA, Iron Pigs, the HOG ***s and a few others.
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#272
09-18-2009, 07:14 PM
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I haven't "paid my dues" by reading EVERY thread to this date, but here goes:
"Respect is a word that is honored and revered in that community."
"Respect", my Friend, is a word that is Honored and Revered in EVERY "Community"
THAT having been said:
I've run across the Outlaws, not a problem. I was in College, not a "bikie" encounter. They were "just folks", I was "just folks"
(edit... I'm talking 1970, here! Thought that might be instructive!)
In Philadelphia, our ship was undergoing "Deguassing" (that's "Cleaning" a ship (or, one could imagine, anything else) in and of a magnetic field... in the 18th century (my re-enactment period) it would equate to drawing a ship into a fresh water environment, keeling the ship over, and scraping the bottom)... but I digress! Anyhow, as an "Ops" guy, I had plenty of time to put on my cycling tights and jersey and pedal (I was a competitive cyclist) around Philadelphia. Trying to find the Art Museum and the Skukyll (sp?) I got lost on a one-way street in the Ghetto. As I came to a stoplight, a group of motorcyclists rumbled out of a bar on the corner... Had paintings of Angela Davis, H. Rap Brown, etc. and Black Power slogans all over the outside. The bikers, of course, were black and (though I really wasn't aware of those things, and didn't (still don't) care) they "appeared" to be members of an "MC". Well, we're all four sitting there at the red light and I figured I'd break the silence. I raised my hand and said "Hey! How's it Goin'"
One guy looked at the other two, they ALL looked at me (and my shaved legs and weird outfit), they looked at my bike (a Savauge LeJeune Team Pro kermesse bike) and then at each other again... They looked back at me... One gives me a "Thumbs Up" and another says: "Doin' Fine!" We all smiled...! Light turned green and we all went off the line on our personal pursuits! I found the Art Museum and a had wonderful ride along the river.
The "transaction" that took place was one between "Neighbors". We were all on two wheels. Each of us was able to ascertain and appreciate the engineering, geometry, and application of power, of the other's "Ride". We all were exercising the maturity to realize the EACH of us, was applying the SAME principles (though using different power sources) to realize the same emotional outcome. It was GOOD!!! I wish I could somehow find those three guys now... I hope their each doing well in life!
THAT, to ME... is what life is about!
Sorry... I ramble...
Jim aka kiltiemon
"Respect is a word that is honored and revered in that community."
"Respect", my Friend, is a word that is Honored and Revered in EVERY "Community"
THAT having been said:
I've run across the Outlaws, not a problem. I was in College, not a "bikie" encounter. They were "just folks", I was "just folks"
(edit... I'm talking 1970, here! Thought that might be instructive!)
In Philadelphia, our ship was undergoing "Deguassing" (that's "Cleaning" a ship (or, one could imagine, anything else) in and of a magnetic field... in the 18th century (my re-enactment period) it would equate to drawing a ship into a fresh water environment, keeling the ship over, and scraping the bottom)... but I digress! Anyhow, as an "Ops" guy, I had plenty of time to put on my cycling tights and jersey and pedal (I was a competitive cyclist) around Philadelphia. Trying to find the Art Museum and the Skukyll (sp?) I got lost on a one-way street in the Ghetto. As I came to a stoplight, a group of motorcyclists rumbled out of a bar on the corner... Had paintings of Angela Davis, H. Rap Brown, etc. and Black Power slogans all over the outside. The bikers, of course, were black and (though I really wasn't aware of those things, and didn't (still don't) care) they "appeared" to be members of an "MC". Well, we're all four sitting there at the red light and I figured I'd break the silence. I raised my hand and said "Hey! How's it Goin'"
One guy looked at the other two, they ALL looked at me (and my shaved legs and weird outfit), they looked at my bike (a Savauge LeJeune Team Pro kermesse bike) and then at each other again... They looked back at me... One gives me a "Thumbs Up" and another says: "Doin' Fine!" We all smiled...! Light turned green and we all went off the line on our personal pursuits! I found the Art Museum and a had wonderful ride along the river.
The "transaction" that took place was one between "Neighbors". We were all on two wheels. Each of us was able to ascertain and appreciate the engineering, geometry, and application of power, of the other's "Ride". We all were exercising the maturity to realize the EACH of us, was applying the SAME principles (though using different power sources) to realize the same emotional outcome. It was GOOD!!! I wish I could somehow find those three guys now... I hope their each doing well in life!
THAT, to ME... is what life is about!
Sorry... I ramble...
Jim aka kiltiemon
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#273
09-18-2009, 07:27 PM
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We've gotta Wingman MC chapter here also. Also have the Veterans MC, the Galloping Goose, and a Goose support club that I can't remember the name of......they moved their club house about 30 miles away, so we don't see them much anymore.....
#275
09-20-2009, 06:20 AM
I haven't "paid my dues" by reading EVERY thread to this date, but here goes:
"Respect is a word that is honored and revered in that community."
"Respect", my Friend, is a word that is Honored and Revered in EVERY "Community"
THAT having been said:
I've run across the Outlaws, not a problem. I was in College, not a "bikie" encounter. They were "just folks", I was "just folks"
(edit... I'm talking 1970, here! Thought that might be instructive!)
In Philadelphia, our ship was undergoing "Deguassing" (that's "Cleaning" a ship (or, one could imagine, anything else) in and of a magnetic field... in the 18th century (my re-enactment period) it would equate to drawing a ship into a fresh water environment, keeling the ship over, and scraping the bottom)... but I digress! Anyhow, as an "Ops" guy, I had plenty of time to put on my cycling tights and jersey and pedal (I was a competitive cyclist) around Philadelphia. Trying to find the Art Museum and the Skukyll (sp?) I got lost on a one-way street in the Ghetto. As I came to a stoplight, a group of motorcyclists rumbled out of a bar on the corner... Had paintings of Angela Davis, H. Rap Brown, etc. and Black Power slogans all over the outside. The bikers, of course, were black and (though I really wasn't aware of those things, and didn't (still don't) care) they "appeared" to be members of an "MC". Well, we're all four sitting there at the red light and I figured I'd break the silence. I raised my hand and said "Hey! How's it Goin'"
One guy looked at the other two, they ALL looked at me (and my shaved legs and weird outfit), they looked at my bike (a Savauge LeJeune Team Pro kermesse bike) and then at each other again... They looked back at me... One gives me a "Thumbs Up" and another says: "Doin' Fine!" We all smiled...! Light turned green and we all went off the line on our personal pursuits! I found the Art Museum and a had wonderful ride along the river.
The "transaction" that took place was one between "Neighbors". We were all on two wheels. Each of us was able to ascertain and appreciate the engineering, geometry, and application of power, of the other's "Ride". We all were exercising the maturity to realize the EACH of us, was applying the SAME principles (though using different power sources) to realize the same emotional outcome. It was GOOD!!! I wish I could somehow find those three guys now... I hope their each doing well in life!
THAT, to ME... is what life is about!
Sorry... I ramble...
Jim aka kiltiemon
"Respect is a word that is honored and revered in that community."
"Respect", my Friend, is a word that is Honored and Revered in EVERY "Community"
THAT having been said:
I've run across the Outlaws, not a problem. I was in College, not a "bikie" encounter. They were "just folks", I was "just folks"
(edit... I'm talking 1970, here! Thought that might be instructive!)
In Philadelphia, our ship was undergoing "Deguassing" (that's "Cleaning" a ship (or, one could imagine, anything else) in and of a magnetic field... in the 18th century (my re-enactment period) it would equate to drawing a ship into a fresh water environment, keeling the ship over, and scraping the bottom)... but I digress! Anyhow, as an "Ops" guy, I had plenty of time to put on my cycling tights and jersey and pedal (I was a competitive cyclist) around Philadelphia. Trying to find the Art Museum and the Skukyll (sp?) I got lost on a one-way street in the Ghetto. As I came to a stoplight, a group of motorcyclists rumbled out of a bar on the corner... Had paintings of Angela Davis, H. Rap Brown, etc. and Black Power slogans all over the outside. The bikers, of course, were black and (though I really wasn't aware of those things, and didn't (still don't) care) they "appeared" to be members of an "MC". Well, we're all four sitting there at the red light and I figured I'd break the silence. I raised my hand and said "Hey! How's it Goin'"
One guy looked at the other two, they ALL looked at me (and my shaved legs and weird outfit), they looked at my bike (a Savauge LeJeune Team Pro kermesse bike) and then at each other again... They looked back at me... One gives me a "Thumbs Up" and another says: "Doin' Fine!" We all smiled...! Light turned green and we all went off the line on our personal pursuits! I found the Art Museum and a had wonderful ride along the river.
The "transaction" that took place was one between "Neighbors". We were all on two wheels. Each of us was able to ascertain and appreciate the engineering, geometry, and application of power, of the other's "Ride". We all were exercising the maturity to realize the EACH of us, was applying the SAME principles (though using different power sources) to realize the same emotional outcome. It was GOOD!!! I wish I could somehow find those three guys now... I hope their each doing well in life!
THAT, to ME... is what life is about!
Sorry... I ramble...
Jim aka kiltiemon
#276
09-20-2009, 07:20 AM
Bandidos, Sundowners, Vagos, Barons, Reapers, UMF, Brother Speed, Vietnam Vets, Marines MC, Silent Sinners, Mongols, Sober Riders a few others.
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#277
09-20-2009, 08:23 AM
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From NY and lots of real 1%'ers here but also plenty of poser wannabees that slap on a MC patch and some colors. The real clubs have done lots of cleaning up(removing colors) from the 4 guy clubs that show up to rides on weekends thinking they are the Sons of Anarchy. Enough clubs and groups in the area that aren't wearing 3 patches to join.
#278
09-20-2009, 04:48 PM
In and around Cumberland County (Fayetteville), NC; HA's, Veterans MC, Wingman MC, Southern Riders MC, Infidels MC, Nam Knights MC, and one more whose name slips my mind.
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09-21-2009, 11:29 AM
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