Skip to comments.A glimpse inside the heart of scary-motorcycle-rider guy
Posted on 06/02/2008 3:20:00 PM PDT by real saxophonist
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For your edification.
Oh, sometime last fall I believe, I met a husband/wife team who rode with the Patriot Guards. They’d just left the funeral of a girl who’d been buried that day.
Like this writer, I made my gratitude known there in the checkout line, and expressed how proud I was of them and of America. They appreciated my comments, but not nearly as much as I appreciate all they do.
God bless the PGR.
Bump and an Amen.
i was at Rolling Thunder in D.C. one year. Most of the people there - if I had run into them anywhere else - probably would have made me uncomfortable given the stereotypes we all know. However, it didn’t take long to realize that I was safer there than anywhere - these were good people. They took their patriotism seriously and it was a privilege to be there with them.
I'm so glad I read it through and can see that she's real.
“Appearences are truly deceiving!”
Indeed they are.
psst....We bikers are not all bad guys or gals. ;<)
In fact, most of us aren’t bad boys at all. We just love to ride and we love the feeling of freedom that it gives us. While some folks can’t figure out why we do it, many of us don’t think that just because a persons heart is are beating, they’re alive. ;>)
There is a group of bikers that go to the homes of sexually abused children set to go to trial and testify against their abuser. They are very calm and gentle with the kids and show them their bikes and tattoos and such. Also, knowing how much an intimidation factor is for sexually abused children to face their antagonists they let the children know in no uncertain terms that when that child goes to court, several big, tough bikers will be in the audience to let the kids know that NO ONE is going to hurt them. And if they intimidate the abuser nobody loses any sleep, well except for the perp.
*This* is a biker thread ping
God bless ‘em for doing that!
God bless the Patriot Guard Riders!
Thanks for the article, now I need some tissues. God bless the Patriot Guard!!
OTOH, sometimes scary-looking people are also bad people. Some guys who ride motorcycles are very bad dudes, by anybody’s standards.
As a survivor of a “weird uncle” who totally got away with it, I wish to God I’d had people like that in my life, back then.
Maybe that’s part of why I have them in my life, now.
I know, without any shadow of a doubt, that NO one is ever going to harm me in any way, ever again and go unpunished.
If you’ve ever seen bikers pass each other on the road and automatically wave at each other and wondered “Gosh...do they ALL know each other?”...well, the answer is “Yes”, even if we’ve never met or will never see each other again.
And every one of us will stop to help the other when necessary, no exceptions.
You won’t find that in any other ‘societal subset’.
You were to the manor, born.
Get a hog, boy!
DC Chapter ping except for justanobody. I haven’t got around to removing her from the list yet.
Justanobody, don’t read this.
OTOH, some people who are dressed in expensive suits and have never been near a bike are murders, child abusers, bank robbers, and I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
Slowly working up the cashflow after the divorce while being the sole provider for my 2 Sons takes time. Almost there, though.
Most bikers are decent folk. A couple years ago I rode in a poker run to benefit the local schools that was organized by the Banditos. (Their kids attend school too).
They didn’t even comment I was on a Kawasaki.
You beat me by 3 seconds!
Thanks for the ping Jaz!!
I had the *the* baddest dude in this area watch over me like a dark guardian angel at a swap meet when a “nice guy” tried to cheat me out of a large sum of money because *I* didn’t know what the part he was buying actually was.
The “bad guy” saw the “good guy” point to a price on the list of items we were selling and knew he was screwing me over.
Without warning, the “bad guy” slammed his walking stick down across the paper and pointed to the right price and the “good guy” hauled ass.
The “bad guy” [and eventually 2 of his “brothers”] stood a respectful but short distance away from me the rest of the hour until hubby came back from parts-scrounging.
Then, he subtly tipped his hat and disappeared into the crowd.
To this day, if he sees me, he still tips his hat.
Another time, we rescued an out-of-gas “bad dude” off the side of the highway and got him back on the road.
We didn’t ask his name or anything else.
No matter where we go, if his “brothers” are there, they shadow us to make sure no harm comes to us, even though nearly a decade has passed and the out-of-gas guy is long dead.
I sat with a huge number of “bad dudes” in the infield of a bike race and it was so hot I was literally sick from it.
A huge “bad dude” that the other “bad dudes” gave wide berth to came and stood over me as I sat on the ground and provided very good shade for me for hours.
He had to be suffering terribly from the heat himself but he never said a single word.
He just stood, silently, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
I’ve gotten more loyalty and devotion from “bad dude” strangers than I have 99% of my friends or my own flesh and blood.
My uncle is clean cut, mannerly, witty and loved by the community.
He is a pillar of his church.
He is famous for his generosity and willingness to help anyone in need.
If you met him and didn’t know what he was, I guarantee that you would like him.
And that’s why things went the way did.
No one would believe it of him, not even after other girls in the family suffered his “attentions”, too.
Wait until winter and buy a “basket case” cheap and wrench it yourself.
We’ve been there and done that many a time....:))
[one year, we just kept buying milk crates full of parts at swap meets until we had enough for a whole bike]...LOL!
What a great story the author tells!
Agreed. You cannot tell a book by its cover.
But I suspect a higher percentage of guys dressed as outlaw bikers are actually bad dudes than those dressed in more normal attire.
As the Bible says, the race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong.
But that is the way to bet.
God Bless the PGR
Yes, I guess that would be a good analogy...but I always saw it more as a crude [but impressive] form of chivalry.
"...no "written" code ever actually existed. However, the hardy pioneers who lived in the west were bound by these unwritten rules that centered on hospitality, fair play, loyalty, and respect for the land."The modern day "hog" man might play hard and have a distinctly libertarian view of social norms but when it comes to matters of honor and country, they're rock solid (with exceptions, I'm sure).
"Though the cowman might break every law of the territory, state and federal government, he took pride in upholding his own unwritten code. His failure to abide by it did not bring formal punishment, but the man who broke it became, more or less, a social outcast. His friends hazed him into the cutbacks and he was subject to the punishment of the very code he had broken."
Yes, it does!
And thanks for the great website!
I have ridden with Bikers Against Child Abuse a few times and I can tell you the members of BACA are some of the nicest people you would ever want to meet; unless you have ever hurt a kid. Believe me, you would not want to be an abuser and meet up with BACA members.
Got it, Thanks
Great stories!! I wouldn’t be surprised at all to learn that they were Veterans.