Where’s the Brotherhood these days?
Cameraderie, Group, Club, Gang, MC, From time to time we toss those phrases around to describe some of the reasons we ride. We join up to be with others who are supposed to be like us. We ride because we think differently than the rest of society. At least that is...
A Birthday Gift: On The Road
Fifteen minutes later the Skuldmen were ready to roll out of the Texaco station; both man and machine were now full, ready to hit the road again. “When we hit New York, we’ll stop for gas,” Jimmie said, over the rumble of the engine, just before they left the gas...
Role Model
“Our reality is right here, being real people, doing real things. We can’t be bought, sold, or traded like a commodity. We like to be free, not slaves to the system. There’s nothing like being out on the road, where we can spend days riding just to be someplace we...
Weather or Not
Weather or Not to Ride “And everything would have been fine…if the rain didn’t start coming down. It’s not that it was coming down hard, I mean we’ve all ridden in rain before. No one likes it, but we’ve all done it. And we know how to do in while riding in a pack;...
Mid Winter Blues
“It was midnight, and the almost full moon guided Jake down a road that was as smooth as the eighty cubic inches of pulsating motor that hummed beneath him. He was glad to be back on his Harley, for the vibration that ran through the handlebars and into his hands gave...
Beginnings and Endings
“Whatever is going on, you gotta man up. You gotta take care of your business. If I’ve learned anything in this godforsaken world it’s that it’s never done anyone any good to run from responsibility. You obviously are running from something and you need to go back and...
Respect
“Jake and Karen spend the next few days enjoying each other’s company, doing all the things they once liked doing together. Long rides along the coast on his bike, stopping at a rustic restaurant for lunch, or riding up to the mountains of New Hampshire filled the...
Alone
Little Jimmie had taken the night off from hanging out with his brothers in the Skuldmen motorcycle club just to be by himself to think and ride—other than someplace in his mind, he had no real destination. Riding with the half-moon and scattered stars that decorated...
Originals
Jake just nodded his head as Jimmie sunk the ten ball into a corner pocket, because he knew that what Little Jimmie was saying, was true. “Don’t even get me started on the materialism this society has created. Man, if you don’t have the newest, brightest, latest,...
Righteous
“Woody was one hell of a brother. One of the righteous few, and a good man,” Big Keith said, before leaving Jake to rejoin the other patch holders he had been standing with. The title of righteous was not one that was tossed around lightly. This was something Jake had...