All 4 of my children, grown, grew up around bikers sweet cheeks! We’re American’s, born and bred, and we have you surrounded.
There are many wonderful bikers. I, on my GoldWing (turned in the old Sportster when I needed a softer ride), am one of them.
This is not about bikers. This is about a gang of drug-dealing murders who happen to ride bikes.
As much as I would never condemn any group of bikers because they ride Harleys, the fact that they do ride does not excuse their drug-dealing and murder.
They are not on trial for their bikes nor their riding of them. They are on trial because after they parked their bikes, they drew guns and started to shoot people.