Brotherhood. That’s what this whole thing is about. Love. The Love of your brothers and Family. There are many Brotherhoods in the world, ours just happens to be built around a motorcycle. I haven’t written in a while cause my life lately has resembled a country music song; let me tell you about it.
I went to a big anniversary of a member from another charter in my club about two weeks ago. The ride out to Arizona was good. About 800 miles from my house. We split it up into two days and took it easy. Mostly I love the ride itself. The party is always fun. And honoring a Brother for his commitment and devotion to Our Thing is always very special, but for me I just happen to really love the ride.
While I was in Arizona we got word that one of the members from my charter’s wife had passed away. Bad news. The ride back was solemn. It is always big planning to plan a funeral. Everyone has to be notified, arrangements have to be made, and there has to be time given for people to show up.
The funeral was a week later. The viewing was on a Saturday afternoon and the burial was on Sunday. There was quite a few members at the viewing, we stayed till the place closed then rode back to the clubhouse and just hung out together.
On Sunday we met at the clubhouse again to go to the burial. We rode about sixty miles through the rain. When we got to the mortuary there were so many members from all over my heart swelled with pride. Pride at the Love that we shared for our Brother. I know for a fact that most of these members did not know My Brothers wife so well, but that is not what matters at all. What matters is the Brothers. To stand tall with your Brother when he needs you.
We rode through town to the cemetery and when we got there we all parked our bikes and surrounded the burial plot. Some cops must have seen us and they called the task force who also pulled in and stood there taking pictures of us. Needless to say that made quite a few members lose their minds and that became a yelling match between us and them. Talk about no class at all. Class is a serious thing to posses. It is part of your upbringing, your training. If you got no class you will never make it through this program. Gotta show class. Those cops escorted us out of town to the highway, then rode with us for ten miles till we got out of their county.
Then to add insult to injury when I got home my dog had broken out of the house. He had been playing with a bitch in heat for two days and I guess he lost his mind. Me and my ol’ Lady don’t have any kids, our dog was like our son. We put flyers all over town and have been looking at all the pounds. I got a call yesterday with a guy asking me about the reward, he had my dog and I need to come get him. Well I don’t live in exactly the best neighborhood, and where they told me to go is where all the local gang bangers sell drugs. As a matter of fact last week a guy went to this exact same spot to find his dog and he got shot and robbed. I didn’t know any of this, but my girl did. While I was racing to this bad area to get my dog word got out that I was going there and seven other members showed up exactly as I did, including the Brother that lost his wife. I am sure it was a crank call cause no one came out with my dog, in fact no one came out at all or ever called back. They must have been watching from a house and when they saw seven members in club shirts and patches they probably figured that we were as strapped, as they were, and decided we were more trouble than we were worth. They were right. I am certain had I showed up alone I probably would not be here to be writing this blog now.
LOVE. BROTHERHOOD. That’s what this is about. Family. Putting your Brothers first. Above all else. Always us. Us First. The Brothers.
Don’t let this blog depress you; I have to keep a positive outlook. I have to visualize good things, that my dog is alive and coming back to me. If and when he does I will let you know.
I hope everyone is well and happy. Realize what we have. It is each other.
FAT BOB
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Sorry to hear about your brother’s loss and your dog. Clearly your brothers care about you as much as you care about them.
I have been lucky to have a couple of special dogs in my life and I would be devastated if mine disappeared. I hope yours comes home soon.
I think it is a rare thing these days to find friends like yours.
~Dante
By Dante on April 29th, 2009 at 11:03 amI hope you find your dog, man. I feel for you and the wife. I know how tough it is to unexpectedly lose your “kid.”
This blog popped up at the most opportune time for me. I’m in the process of joining one of the old clubs (according to the AMA) in the world. Not interested in any wanna-be tough guy crap… it’s the brotherhood I’m looking for. I knew they were cool cats who look out for each other the first time I went to a meeting and hung out afterward. It reminded me of the good-time comradary of I had in the military. We held together and strong throughout all the bureaucratic bull that comes with the Army. I’d forgotten what that felt like and missed it once I saw it with these guys.
BTW, I just got my third bike this year and crack up whenever I see your “name” on this blog… I got a new Harley Fat Bob. LOL!
Again, good luck with your dog.
By el jinete fantasma on April 29th, 2009 at 11:25 amThanks, Fat Bob, for reminding me that there still are people out there that understand things like “Class”, and “Heart”.These are traits that seem to have all but vanished in our society today. Indeed, there are those that have chosen to replace these traits with other ways…and that saddens me.
By Mike on April 29th, 2009 at 1:27 pmI can’t ride anymore. I have MS, funds are down, and sometimes putting food on the table for my family is a challenge. Still, we all fight on in our own way, and try to hang on to those aforementioned traits as best we can.
My condolences to your Brother, and to you and your lady. Ride free, ride often…and remember me to any old friends of mine you might encounter out there on the road.
sorry to here about your dog dude, my german shepard got out about 6 months back when our dumb ass neighbour tore down the wall when we were out of town, she was fine but it cost us $260 (australian not american) to get her out of the pound.
Even though i havent started riding yet i know what you mean about brotherhood, i have mates that are street racers on four wheels and we all stick together like a pack of wolves, always looking out for one another, always having each others back.
Brotherhood is an amazing thing!’
Respect
By JJ on April 30th, 2009 at 6:27 amJJ
Where are the comments going kids???
I figured out the captcha error and my comment was here yesterday… what gives?
~Dante
By Dante on April 30th, 2009 at 8:38 amDOH!
Never mind (it is “awaiting moderation”, something I wouldn’t know anything about).
And today the captcha text is correct but the audio is wrong (yesterday was vice versa) but stills seems to be wrong unless you play the audio… nice.
By Dante on April 30th, 2009 at 8:42 amI wrote a long funny letter about a dog I had and three times I tryed to enter it with this Captcha thing and it deleted it on the fourth try WTF? why is this stupid thing even on here? what a pain in the ass it is.The audio doesnt match the code
By Trip on May 1st, 2009 at 2:50 pmbummer fb like you say got to keep positive going thru weired **** here but keep positive the dog will come home the blog makes me undrestand even more why im looking for long lost bros and coming back to the life later freedom trip im with you on the captcha **** pain in the ass
By freedom on May 1st, 2009 at 7:03 pmI will try a short version of the letter. I was trying to post I was given a sheaperd pit bull mix.Once I got him he got me kick out of my apt lost my job when I took him with me I am a trucker dog hair and foot prints all over the paperwork didnt inpress the owener the girlfriend left cause I didnt have my prioritys in order she said the bitch bit a cop in the ankle got me in a fight with four black guys anyways I will never forget with no place to live no girl friend no job punch t out I look at him and said we are sleeping outside now you dumb ass dog and got under a tree and tryed to get some sleep he just didnt get it looking at me like what the hell is this weres the roof started whineing like a puppy it was to much I put him in my car and the next morning gave him to my sisters to look after a while till I got it togather again I had him for three years and loved him and he was stolen from me from a chick I just met at a outdoor concert so I know what your going threw. I once found a dog wondering around a on ramp of a highway I took him home and phoned the pound asking if anyone had lost a dog like this and sure enough someone had he belonged to a family and the kids were upset and were glad there dad came and got him. What I am getting at is keep phoneing the pound May be post some posters of him and offer a reward ride around the neigbourhood hes most likelly only a couple of miles away and maybe someone took him in like I did and looking for his owener. Know anyone with a blood hound? they can track anything Good luck Fat Bob if you cant find him get your self another it will help you with your grief.
By Trip on May 2nd, 2009 at 5:24 amPosting that took five trys it keeps saying wrong catcrap phrase I pasted and copyed it so when it deleted it I could paste it and try again
By Trip on May 2nd, 2009 at 5:28 amYou have to clik the audio four or five times before it matchs the code how about fixing it?
By Trip on May 2nd, 2009 at 5:35 amFAT BOB,
By BAM-BAM on May 3rd, 2009 at 4:15 pmSounds like you have some good brothers, I know mine would do tha same, and you are VERY right when you say that is what it is all about…alot of people do not understand that. They do not get the Family aspect of an MC…That is exactly what it is people a FAMILY!!!
as the quote goes “your wife can leave, your kids and hate you, you can loose your job….but the Brotherhood is there FOREVER!”
thanks to you and FX for giving the world a glimpse of ours!
best wishes and prayers for you and your dog…
BAM-BAM
i am just a 48 year old woman who happened to grow up around california bikers. i think that your show has FINALLY showed people the REAL way things go in life. you don’t need “friends”. you need BROTHERS! they will be there - - - wether you like it or not. roxy weber, boone iowa, wilsons tap {ex-tender}
By roxy weber on May 5th, 2009 at 1:26 amI hope you find your dog. We have a Lab and I know that feeling of “family”. He’s loyal and true-better than a lot of people, actually.
By Mary on May 9th, 2009 at 3:16 pmI’m so sorry to hear about you dog and your brother. I love your blog and appreciate you showing the true nature of the brotherhood. I have been blessed with the friendship and care of several MC friends myself. They have saved my skin and been the only ones there for me several times over. I’ll keep you in my prayers and I know from my MC friends of longstanding just how permanent those ties are as several of my MC friends have been there for ten years plus.
By Shadow on May 11th, 2009 at 6:16 pmIt could not have been said better and it is not a depressing read. It is a very positive one in a negative world. Sorry for your losses.
By Fat Doug on May 13th, 2009 at 2:01 pmreally need the dvd really need em later freedom
By freedom on May 14th, 2009 at 7:31 pmHey Fat Bob my condolences to you,your brother,and the club for all the losses that you’ve suffered. Brotherhood is a wonderful thing. I grew up around a club. My cousin taught me everything about brotherhood and solidarity. My ol lady doesn’t understand club life but I’m trying to get it into her head that it’s the safest place in the world. I know that if all hell broke lose around here that club would give my family refuge while I stood with patch members (as just a hang around) but would fight side by side with my cousins BROTHERS till the end.
By disturbed1 on July 30th, 2009 at 9:15 pmSorry to hear about your loss.
I swear the police are the worst. We have a local MC that is all retired and active police and other law enforcement and they are loud, do crap that they put others away for and don’t seem to respect much. I grew up down the street from an A.O.A. club house and you’d never known they were there. Quiet, respected the neighborhood and everyone else.
By Bobby D. on August 7th, 2009 at 10:29 amyou know thats what a club is about. i talk to many people who look at a mc and automaticly think the worst, they never think that there is anything positive that can come from it. they are absoulutely wrong.
By doug t on September 9th, 2009 at 6:01 amIt’s one of those things ya kinda have to experience to understand- my ol’ man’s club is tight too and we always know we’ve got each other’s backs- And splittin’ lanes at 90 mph suits me just fine! Keep the rubber down and the metal up! WFO! Breeze
By Breeze on September 16th, 2009 at 3:03 pmWOW!! Real family!! I really hope your dog comes home. I’d really miss mine! And I have chiles! (Children) Although, they are grown!
By Jamiesgirl on September 28th, 2009 at 1:26 amThat’s the brotherhood that it should be…anything less would be mere motorcycle enthusiast and not a true club!!! You are part of a true club where your not just friends but family….as it should be!!!
By scooter on October 7th, 2009 at 12:55 pmWow. The end of the season really messed me up. What is really messing me up is that is it only December and the new season won’t start until NEXT September. I do not know how I am going to wait that long. Gemma on the lamb and Able gone to Ireland. Crazy. I don’t know how they are going to get out of this, but we know they will. Gotta hand it to Unser for taking Gemma like that. What a great guy. Gotta love Gemma. I wish she hadn’t sat down after shooting Polly, then she wouldn’t of fallen in to Stahl’s hands. When is that bitch gonna get it. Apparently she didn’t learn a thing when confronted by Opie. I really can’t wait until next season. Hell, I’d be joyous if this one ran all year. What happened to the days when a season was from September to May with reruns on from June to August? Miss those days.
Take care of yourselves and each other. Life goes on.
By Little Lisa on December 9th, 2009 at 4:03 amwell.. it’s like I said!
By hawpaish on December 12th, 2009 at 7:24 am