Posted on 06/02/2008 3:20:00 PM PDT by real saxophonist
DC Chapter ping except for justanobody. I haven’t got around to removing her from the list yet.
Justanobody, don’t read this.
Excellent
OTOH, some people who are dressed in expensive suits and have never been near a bike are murders, child abusers, bank robbers, and I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
Slowly working up the cashflow after the divorce while being the sole provider for my 2 Sons takes time. Almost there, though.
Most bikers are decent folk. A couple years ago I rode in a poker run to benefit the local schools that was organized by the Banditos. (Their kids attend school too).
They didn’t even comment I was on a Kawasaki.
PING!!!
LOL!
You beat me by 3 seconds!
Thanks for the ping Jaz!!
I had the *the* baddest dude in this area watch over me like a dark guardian angel at a swap meet when a “nice guy” tried to cheat me out of a large sum of money because *I* didn’t know what the part he was buying actually was.
The “bad guy” saw the “good guy” point to a price on the list of items we were selling and knew he was screwing me over.
Without warning, the “bad guy” slammed his walking stick down across the paper and pointed to the right price and the “good guy” hauled ass.
The “bad guy” [and eventually 2 of his “brothers”] stood a respectful but short distance away from me the rest of the hour until hubby came back from parts-scrounging.
Then, he subtly tipped his hat and disappeared into the crowd.
To this day, if he sees me, he still tips his hat.
Another time, we rescued an out-of-gas “bad dude” off the side of the highway and got him back on the road.
We didn’t ask his name or anything else.
No matter where we go, if his “brothers” are there, they shadow us to make sure no harm comes to us, even though nearly a decade has passed and the out-of-gas guy is long dead.
I sat with a huge number of “bad dudes” in the infield of a bike race and it was so hot I was literally sick from it.
A huge “bad dude” that the other “bad dudes” gave wide berth to came and stood over me as I sat on the ground and provided very good shade for me for hours.
He had to be suffering terribly from the heat himself but he never said a single word.
He just stood, silently, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
I’ve gotten more loyalty and devotion from “bad dude” strangers than I have 99% of my friends or my own flesh and blood.
LOL!!!!
My uncle is clean cut, mannerly, witty and loved by the community.
He is a pillar of his church.
He is famous for his generosity and willingness to help anyone in need.
If you met him and didn’t know what he was, I guarantee that you would like him.
And that’s why things went the way did.
No one would believe it of him, not even after other girls in the family suffered his “attentions”, too.
Wait until winter and buy a “basket case” cheap and wrench it yourself.
We’ve been there and done that many a time....:))
[one year, we just kept buying milk crates full of parts at swap meets until we had enough for a whole bike]...LOL!
What a great story the author tells!
PGR BUMP!
Agreed. You cannot tell a book by its cover.
But I suspect a higher percentage of guys dressed as outlaw bikers are actually bad dudes than those dressed in more normal attire.
As the Bible says, the race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong.
But that is the way to bet.
God Bless the PGR
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