Who Wants White Bread

“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...

It’s All About Age

“One Hundred and Nine Years Old” What a great ice breaker, no? That’s the line I drop whenever anyone asks me how old I am. When I was in my teens, I looked 30, when I was in my 30’s I looked like I was in my twenties. Now as I hover around the 1/2 century...

LARPing Or Lifestyle?

Little Jimmie picked up his patch from the back of the lawn chair he was sitting on. Treating the vest as if it were a religious icon, he showed the fire-breathing wolf on the back to Jake. “This may look like a rag to the walking dead out there, but to us it’s our...

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...