Be a standup guy. Be recognized. Prospect strong. Do time smart. Leave civilians alone. Don't talk to cops. Ride with the right crew. Earn respect. Remember who helped you. Remember who didn't.
Friday, December 11, 2009
What do you want, the tennis ball or your fingertips?
My friend Monica had to put down her cat, reminded me of my dog Max. He never met a ball he didn't like. Had to put him down when he got cancer. Later on , I realized I liked him better than an awful lot of people I know.
I was lucky enough to find my path in life early. I prospected a club young, full patch a year later, and haven't stopped or slowed down since. Been a thumper, a chapter officer, and a regional officer the past 30 years. I married the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on 25 years ago; we're still having fun. Got a daughter in college and a son in high school and another boy who lives with us, he's just like family. I chop bikes. Jap, American, German, Italian, makes no difference. I build rigid frames for about anything. IT IS NOT A CHOPPER IF IT HAS A SWINGARM AND SHOCKS, WHETHER THEY ARE VERTICAL OR HORIZONTAL. And yeah, I can say that because I've been doing this since the 70s. And I can whup your ass. Easy.
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