Love those “Nasty Biker Chicks”. Some of the finest people on earth.
My own blood relatives never watched over me as fiercely as bikers have.
Any biker bar on earth feels like “home” to me, even if I’ve never been there before.
You walk in and you’re part of their family, no questions asked.
I’ve been to “normal” funerals and I’ve been to biker funerals.
The first one I went to, I was amazed that the deceased had so many friends.
Then I found out that probably 60+% of them didn’t even know him personally.
They came from all over simply because he was part of the unspoken “biker brotherhood” and they’d read his obit in the paper and showed up to pay their respects.
I know that if there was anything I ever desperately needed and couldn’t manage myself, they’d make it happen.
[my affection for them isn’t *too* obvious, is it?]...:)