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He’s back with his 30 years of experience in an Outlaw MC and his no holds barred blog for SOA Season 2.
By admin at 10:53 am

I woke up Saturday morning and I knew I had to get a few things done quick so I could go on the run. There are two parties today about eighty miles apart, and my charter is meeting at the club house at noon, and leaving at one. Leaving at one means exactly that. Saddle up in the two minute warning and LEAVE at one. If you miss the pack, you’re fined. Ten dollars.

I hauled my ass down to the welding shop to finish up an order so I can get paid. If you don’t got no dough it makes life way more difficult being a member. Club life aint cheap. You gotta go places, do things, bikes gotta be running and registered.

I got to the Clubhouse and almost everyone was there. We have three prospects in our charter now and a couple of guys just checking it out, seeing if this is for them. If this is for you, then you know it through and through. You are HOME. A real famous guy in my club once said “if you Love it we will see you a mile away, and if you don’t we will see that too.”

We took off right at one, fifteen guys in the pack, nine members three prospects, and the three guys ‘checking it out’. These guys are friends of members, and like I said, they’re here to check it out, or else they could never ride in our pack.

We take it easy till the freeway but as soon as we hit the on ramp we take off like rocket ships. Everyone can really ride, and we got souped-up motors with cams, within seconds we are doing a hundred in the fast lane and splitting lanes at ninety when the traffic backs up. We lose the civilians in the first quarter mile, and within a mile the prospects are doing every thing they can to keep up. It took me more than three years to prospect, and that was some time ago. Not much has changed though, if you want the votes you gotta ride great, fight great, think for yourself and BE A MAN. We ain’t looking for the toughest or the smartest, you just gotta fit in. It’s a family. And you don’t gotta win, but you DO gotta fight. Gotta know we can count on you.

The first party was about fifty miles away and we rode like a swarm of bees, weaving in and out of traffic at ninety, the tightest formation possible.
I could see in my rear view a highway patrol officer way, way back there and he was coming up fast. We didn’t slow down one bit, not so much as we don’t care, cause if he is pulling us over we get pulled over like everybody else, but more cause at that speed you don’t spend a lot of time looking in the rear view.
By the time we noticed him the traffic got real thick so we slowed down and he started cruising with us on the side. He pulled ahead and got off on our exit. We pulled off and he was waiting at the stop sign, he rolled down his window and asked,
”You guys in a rush?”
Big Paulie looked at him cool as can be and said,
“Naa, It’s a beautiful day, just feeling alive.”
The cop looked at the pack and said,
“See if you guys can slow it down a little.”
Then he took off. It would have been a hassle to give all of us tickets, and besides, he could see we could ride, and we weren’t drunk or loaded. At least not yet.

The first party was packed. It’s a local club in town that we support. Their clubhouse was redone and looked awesome. These guys are all about twenty-five to thirty and a bunch of wheelie poppin psychos. The party drew about two hundred people. They had a track set up with 50cc races with an announcer and everything. Tri-tip and potato salad, full bar. It was off the hook.

We stayed there for a few hours, showed our support, then got back on the bikes and hauled ass back to the town. The sun was down now so it was a little cooler but still nice. There is NOTHING like cruising at ninety to make man feel alive. Fifty miles later I pulled off the exit and grabbed my old lady. She had some food made and I scarfed that down and we got on the bike and hauled ass forty miles in the other direction to a big anniversary party of one of the charters in my club.

I was a little late being that I had to pick up my girl, so I really double timed it to the party. My chick is the kind of girl that no matter how fast I go she is on the back saying, “faster, faster.”

The anniversary party was great. Members came from all over and that is what this is about. FAMILY. I stayed there till the early hours in the morning. I wanted to get out before the sun came up. Pulling my old lady away from friends she hasn’t seen in a while is like pulling teeth. It’s easier to knock them out.
I grabbed her and through her on the bike and me and one of the young members from my charter took off and raced home.

That was my Saturday. How was yours.
FAT BOB

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