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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 9:11 am

Life is full of ups and downs. One of the things I learned in my prospecting years was not to let things bother you. When most guys, the ones that usually make it, come into the program it’s all new and exciting, you’re meeting all these new members and you want to do good, no, great. You want to stand out and show the membership what you’re made of and what this means to you. Which damn sure oughta be EVERYTHING.

I don’t want to get away from the point, I tend to do that some time, a prospect will probably be worrying at all times, “Am I doing enough?” That’s cool, except you gotta learn to take everything in stride. You can’t run around like a chicken with its head cut off. In fact to me, what I want to see is that, for the prospect, everything is like water on a ducks back. You can’t get a rise out of him — there is nothing he can’t handle with a smile on his face. WE can’t get to him, his girl can’t get to him, the cops — NO ONE. He is just calm and cool.

This is the training I have been having lately. Again. My dog never came back. It’s been three weeks and four days since he left and I am coming to grips with the fact that he is gone. I gotta think he was so friendly that he adapted to whoever fed and took care of him. I’ve heard all these stories about dogs running away and coming back, even a year later, who knows? I wish he would come back, except wishin’ don’t make it so. I just hope he’s being well taken care of. If he is supposed to come back, he will.  You never know how the wind can blow.

I finished the bike. Came out pretty good. I ended up swapping the forty spoke wheels and a chrome Linkert carburetor that has been sitting on the shelf for years, for some eighty spoke wheels. They ain’t new but they look damn good with the chrome fourteen inch T bars. Here is the sad part, I was coming back from the city and splitting lanes at about fifty.  I was behind another member, who also rides crazy, and traffic was at a dead stop. We came up on some Japanese bikes that wouldn’t move fast enough, so my pal, jumped over to the center lane and we continued the race, NOT SMART. You don’t want to split lanes on both sides of a row of cars cause the driver can easily get startled by the sound of your motor, or the sight of you barreling up the white line and try to get out of your way and hit your pal.

This was not the case for us, instead an open space came free in the center and some secretary in her Honda Accord jumped for it, looked to her right, saw me coming and froze like a deer in the headlights. I locked up the brakes and slid upright for about two car lengths, with the stopped traffic watching me wizz by, members and prospects, behind me, till the bike high sided and threw me off. I hit the pavement running faster than I can travel.

I stopped turned around picked up the bike, had the prospect hold the front so I could bend back the bars, and the RACE WAS ON.

We took off with all the citizens staring in their cages in disbelief. They were probably thinking, “These Bikers are CRAZY”.

As I was barreling through the tunnel all I could think was, “Tuck and Roll, Not Bad for an OLD MAN”.
The only damage the bike sustained is the tank is dented, not the money shot, the left side, bent the riser bolts, and my side cover broke off. I fixed everything but the tank. I will get a camera and post a shot.
That’s what I mean by water on a duck’s back. What you gonna do? Same thing you always do. Keep On

Keepin’ On.
FAT BOB

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