Posted on 08/24/2008 1:47:48 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
THEY met on the local hot rod scene. They saw one another at tattoo conventions around the area, comparing bikes. They looked like heavies, a band of Hells Angels, with nicknames equally tough: Mike Tattoo, Big Ant, Johnny O, Batso, Sal, Angel, Des.
They meant no harm. Clad in leather, inked to the hilt in skulls and dragons, with images of bloodied barbed wire looped about their necks, they shared something else — a peculiar tenderness for animals, and the intensity needed to act on the animals’ behalf when people abuse them.
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Cats know who to love, who to annoy, and who to ignore. Dogs are suckers. Cats have the REAL story!
I heard that in Austin TX, there is a group of motorcycle people who are interested in helping abused kids as well.
How do they do that?
Well in many ways, but one way is this.
Say a kid has to go to court to testify against a perp. And say the kid might have some fear issues about confronting said perp.
These folks show up en masse with the kid and all of sudden the kid isn’t so afraid any more.
They have a catchy name but I’ve forgotten what it is.
Every weekend in my area, some huge horde of bikers or other is riding for critters, kids, sick folks with heavy hospital bills to pay and every other benefit imaginable.
There have been 3 runs to benefit the SPCA in just the last 45 days.
This weekend [I think] is a run to benefit a local “troubled boys” home.
This stuff is the rule; not the exception.
Best, biggest-hearted people in the world.
Once in a while, the local “newspaper” even bothers to report about what they’ve done/are doing.
There are several biker organizations involving abused kids.
Perhaps this one is what you’re referring to:
God bless those big, hairy dark avenging angels.
If they’d been around when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn’t be so messed up now.
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I am behind them 100%
Guess I should read your post - yes - B.A.C.A. Doh.
Nice to hear.....thanks for posting....great bunch of guys.
“Born to be wiiiiiiild!”
“MEEEEEOOOOORER!”
“Born to be wi-iiii-ild!”
“ROOOOWWWERERER!”
BACA — Bikers Against Child Abuse.
They aren’t just in Texas. I’ve never seen such a group of “bad a$$” looking folks who are so gentle.
One tough little kitten. Give that kitten his own tiny Harley Davidison cyle. :) =^..^=
My husband's business partner, and one of our dearest friends, is a big, 6'4", 300+ biker (Marine, too.) One of the best people we've ever met. Scary looking as heck, too. Still, he's the ONLY person I'd trust enough to take my 5 year old for a ride on his Gold Wing. (She loved it by the way, shouted, ROCK AND ROLLL! when they took off.)
Biggest softy when it comes to animals. He and his wife have 4 akitas (his babies, as he calls them. I call them, "the hell hounds") and 5 cats. When I had to put my cat down this year, he was right there with us.
Sometimes I joke that such a soft inside needs such a scary, leather and spikes outside to survive.
PS -- love your Freeppage. Gene Simmons for Pres, indeed!
“Sometimes I joke that such a soft inside needs such a scary, leather and spikes outside to survive.”
We’re porcupines, one and all....:)
I once saw someone boot a dog “out of his way” at a big biker party.
That got really ugly, quick.
My own hubby punched his best bud in the gut and slammed him into a wall for yanking their arthritic dog by the hind legs, screaming, from where he was laying in front of a heat register just so hubby could get into their tiny bathroom without having to sidestep him. [not that he would’ve minded doing so, at all]
The buddy was slumped over, gasping for air and hubby said “It hurts, don’t it?”.
Never went back there again and heard that they killed the dog not long after.
Creeps.
During Gettysburg Bike Week, this same maniac spouse slid his trike sideways and held up 6 lanes of traffic so a skunk could get across the road safely.
I looked in my rear view mirror, saw what was going on and nearly peed myself...:))
Porkypines.
Yep.
Amusingly, the local big ride for the SPCA is called “Bone To Be Wild”.
First time I ever went into a biker bar with hubby, as a country mouse with no experience with such people, I was freaked out.
One of the bikers noticed my wide-eyed worried look and leaned over and said “You’ll NEVER be safer than you are right now.”
And I always have been, ever since.
They take care of their own.
:^D
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