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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Sounds like a pretty awesome day! We did a little fast track’in at 90 mph. ourselves, but it was cause we were trying to get to a hospital to get a big mad bug out of my hubby’s head. Ck out my blog for details if your interested.
Nice cop… he could have been a jerk, even if it would have taken a while.
What ever happened to the Civies? Did they catch up with you? LOL! Ride on and ride fast! Woo Hoo! Lady R
By Lady R on April 13th, 2009 at 11:49 amWhile I have always loved motorcycles, I’ve never been in the lifestyle. Now I think I know why. More power to your old Lady, but I could never do it. 100mph on a bike! weaving in and out of traffic! My heart is pounding just thinking about it! Maybe I’m just a wimp, but I’d be scared to death! {of course I’ve never actually ridden, so maybe the reality wouldn’t be as bad}
However, I wish I’d been on that highway watching you guys ride. Now that would be awesome! I love to see flocks of bikers gliding through traffic. The parties sound great, too! I’d love to find a local club to hang around with from time to time. Just from this and other SoA blogs I’ve read it seems bikers really know how to kick back and have fun.
Thanks for the view into your world, Fat Bob. My best to your old Lady.
Ride safe!
By SoaDaughter on April 14th, 2009 at 12:14 pmto soadaughter must get on the bike the feel of freedom there is not equal try it once you will never give it up its in the heart and soul even if you leave it for years as i did it will allways be there and you will allways come back to it as i have and am much happier for it later freedom
By freedom on April 17th, 2009 at 7:57 pmto Soadaughter and others - for once in your life ride and feel how the wind feels in your face, your hair - your very being - does not have to be a Harley - don’t let them fool ya - all bikes, parts, have something foreign in them - don’t be intimidated - just take the chance and get on the road - nothing can beat the feel of a good turn - the feel of the vibration beating throughout - if if you try it - you will never turn back - this is the most natural high on earth
By annie on April 17th, 2009 at 10:14 pmits all well and good say what a wonderfull life it is , but spare a thougt for all the lifes that have been taken buy murder and drugs that these m.c.clubs get up to..belive me its not as romantic as it sounds..
By karl on April 19th, 2009 at 11:43 amSoaDaugher, you’re not a wimp, you’re just not retarded.
Ask anyone that’s been riding for a few years, that kind of bullsh** driving is for the aspiring dead.
The difference of feel between 70 and 90 on a bike is nothing. The real difference is you’re more likely to get annihilated by some jagoff in an SUV on their cellphone, and there’s nothing about being a “good rider” that can save you from that.
I’m not sure this “fat bob” is actually even a biker.
PS, FX, the captcha is all jacked up. image doesn’t match the audio.
By Dave on April 19th, 2009 at 4:01 pmWell I read fat bob’s profile and what fx says and I believe he’s a biker, but still… soadaughter, don’t get yourself killed trying to do 90 on the highway weaving traffic… drive within your limits and it’ll still be fun!!!
Motorcycles are fantastic, riding will change your life, but you have to stay alive to enjoy it!!!
By Dave on April 19th, 2009 at 4:15 pmWhile I’m not club affiliated, I’ve been riding for over 25 years;ten of those with the same members(some former H.A.(sorry Fat Bob!) Anyway,riding two wheels is the only way to go. we live to ride,not ride to live.
By pantera on April 20th, 2009 at 12:29 pmHey, Fat Bob, in your opinion, how close to they come to portraying club members on the show?
By pantera on April 21st, 2009 at 3:51 amFat Bob, you have summed up the life style, what its about and why we choose it better in this one post then other have in entire novels.
By Jimbo on April 22nd, 2009 at 8:05 amThat Saturday I was doing a trip on a hater. What else do you do with them.Cant even enjoy a chesseburger these days. Trip hey you just gave me a handle from now on I am going by Trip cause it suits me and rico can kiss my hairy ass! Looking forward to pictures of your bike. I am building a Jax type bike myself but black with Silver flames should look good once I am done. I will show you mine if you show me yours LOL. Your doing a good job with your blog .I read in Kurts blog there going to start filming season two soon. I know you will make sure they keep it real.Till Soon Trip P S whats this captcha thing all about?
By 1%RJ on April 22nd, 2009 at 5:48 pmKarl shut up stupid!
By TRIP on April 22nd, 2009 at 5:55 pmgood to see ya back TRIP thats a hoot lol soa daughter look at thw life yourself and make up your own mind can be hard but anything worth it is not easy ask anyone who lives it later freedom
By freedom on April 24th, 2009 at 5:10 pmIf you have the skill and the exsprence to run down the highway at 90 mph then I say go for it going for it and liveing by your own rules and not obaying the laws is what being a 1 % biker is all about.Fat Bob was just doing what he does cause he is what he is a Free soul. GET IT GOT IT GOOD !
By TRIP on April 25th, 2009 at 6:42 amI road on the back of a bike once going 100mph, it was at night with no traffic, and the guys did this with all the girls to see if we were up to the life. I didn’t know that part of it until we got to the destination. The ride was amazing and I still remember it 25 years later.
By LauraN on April 27th, 2009 at 7:16 pmA while later I went to Arizona to visit my sister, she lived there with a couple bikers. They actually lived a rather quite life and the club was the family. Right after I left, one of her roomies ended up in the hospital. He was riding with they guys going about 90 through traffic, and he lost it. I car swerved out and he laid down his bike. He slid under a Semi. He will never walk again. Thank God these guys believed in helmets or he would be dead, or at the very least a vegetable. He was in a coma for about a week, as it was.
I won’t ever get on the back of a bike again, unless I know the rider and he knows me. I will NOT go fast and reckless again. I don’t care how long someone has been riding, accidents happen.
B&E is just a nice place for them to gather where they can take a break from the regular hang outs for bikers. Then they can intimidate folks so don’t have to watch their backs. They know in a 1%er bar a war would start and people would get killed. Besides its fun to pick on bullies that have no back up and straight citizens who’s wives and girl friend have managed to catch the eye. Bikers like bars with, shall we say a “less than stellar reputation”. Beware the pretenders real bad guys are living in Redding.Hells Angels, Mongols, Vagos, Humpers, Im surprised to not have seen the Banditos and Outlaws here! I’M sure they will be here I heard we have been scouted by the Banditos as a likely local for them.
By Harleymardawg on April 27th, 2009 at 9:19 pmFatBob,
By os on April 28th, 2009 at 3:30 amThat the life,on a Saturday or you are at the C.H with your bros,or it Sunday & time for church?? So you belong to a Charter,not a chapter??? I’m looking forward to some up coming stuff! Question how are going pull it back after what happen with Donna,died Jaxs,Opie,Clay & rest is the Mother Ch,going to split????
I am an ol’lady - a 50 yr old lady who rides her own. I ride alone mostly - no lady riders can keep up with me and my ol’man rides like a turtle, slow as molasses. When I hit 90 or 100 mph, I am in heaven - no thoughts except the wind in my face and how heavenly it feels. I ALWAYS think “If I died right now, I’d die happy”. Throw caution to the wind as they say - screw helmets - they suck. This is what makes a biker a biker.
By kickstand on May 29th, 2009 at 4:18 pmHeads up dildos. Green light on SOA. See you flying colors. They are gonna be stripped.
By holychester on July 26th, 2009 at 7:06 pmSounds like a great Saturday to me. Someone once told me that only a biker understands why a dog rides in a car with his head out the window. There is nothing like flyin down the open road, wind whipping across your face. One of my favorite rides was to a support club party and on the way home we could smell the honeysuckle in the air, the moon was full and the sjies were clear. And having our “family” with us to share the experience made the honeysuckle smell all the sweeter. Club life isn’t for everyone, you either love it or you don’t. And that first ride in the pack will tell you which lane of the road you’d rather be in.
RIDE FREE AND RIDE ON!
By 1%property on August 16th, 2009 at 1:27 amdildos huh holychester I use to Fu-k guys like you in jail computer makes you brave doesnt it
By Trip on August 18th, 2009 at 4:21 pmOk I dont fu-k guys like you in jail. I just steal there jug up dont be posting everyones that posts here is a dildo ok holychester and tell me something you gonna bring a charge on yourself or heat on your club (thats if your even in one) over some fan of a TV show? Dont you have something better to go to jail for? I could see maybe if someone was sporting a bottom rocker but come on get a grip, and if you do strip or what ever to a fan and go to jail Iam gonna steal your Jug up. lol
By Trip on August 27th, 2009 at 7:58 am10 years ago, I finally did it, couldn’t drive a damn stupid car because of the backing up **** they have in Ohio before you get your license, so I went for the kill. My first buy was a small honda and I rode it everywhere, still have it and its on my profile on myspace, haven’t rode the bike in a long time until I brought myself with help a friends and family XL1200 nightster, I was actually scared to ride it at first, ya ya rub it in guys, they all do. I’m not in anything as club wise, however I have friends who are. Took the classes to learn how to ride and pass 4 months later, took the course twice to make sure I understood everything,one of my teachers who was helping me learn everything and how to ride, yes I was a wimp, didn’t think a lady or for that matter a girl could ride a bike and as far as my parents went thats another story, they told me to take the only thing I can ride back to the HD store and get in a car instead, even a friend of mine said you need a truck to carry your groceries around, you can’t do that on a bike. Damn dissing was terrible, and I lived with it everyday. Well needleless to say, did I listen? ROFL I was riding up to Cleveland(OH) and two riders came up beside me and started talking **** and how old my bike was and it won’t go fast through Lorain Rd and I said I’m not planing on doing anything with this bike except go see a friend of mine and than they said well I see we have a chicken here, I said again well I know so and so and they right away said sorry to bother you, it won’t happen again and they took off like bad out of hell, something I said must of got their minds off on playing chicken with me I guess LOL It pays to know people friends and everyone else to help out along the way to get rid of two wannabes. Sheesh! I’m not claiming nothing and never will however that could all change come in Spring when my travels will be going to eastern Tennessee in 2010. Later all
By MysteriaSapphyre on September 14th, 2009 at 4:46 am