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“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...
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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...
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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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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...
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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...
