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The small of band of Skuldmen MC pulled out and hit the Wilbur Cross Parkway again. Side by side, the best way to ride, they screamed down the picturesque highway in central Connecticut. Ten minutes later they blasted through the Heroes Tunnel in West Rock Ridge....
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“Is this all of you? I mean, are there others?” “How many members we have is really not any of your business,” Jimmie retorted. Chapter 17, page 154, One Light Coming: A Biker’s Story (Book 3 in a series published by Blockhead City Press released on October 1,...
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After a few beers, Jake headed to the bathroom, and while there, something caught his ear. Little Jimmie and another club member who Jake recognized but didn’t know by name, were talking in almost hushed tones over in one corner. “Yeah, we found her. The bitch was...
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In the dead of night and with a light drizzle falling on the city of Albany, Blues and Skip, wearing their Skuldmen colors, wove in and out of traffic on their Harleys, side by side. They were oblivious to the people they passed in the cars around them. When they...
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“Sitting together with Jimmie during a beer break later that day, Jake seized the opportunity to see if he could pick the one percenter’s brain a bit. “Interesting crew you have here.” “Nothing but the best. We’re one big family. We don’t exactly fit the image and...
