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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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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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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...
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“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...
