Yawn, bikers, pfft. The only ones with balls are the ones who do the Isle of Man TT race. The rest are closet homos in leathers with bad hygenie. At Uni there were a few who had the notion that Sundays were for seeing who could wear down knee pads the fastest. They were crazy but skilled.
One of my friendliest punch ups on tours was with a 'chapter' in a nice pub in Canterbury. Rugby vs the village people... Oh how we sang while they whimpered off on their 'hogs'.
This whole 'gang' thing reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite philosophers:
“Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.”
― Paul Brunton
One of my friendliest punch ups on tours was with a 'chapter' in a nice pub in Canterbury. Rugby vs the village people... Oh how we sang while they whimpered off on their 'hogs'.
This whole 'gang' thing reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite philosophers:
“Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.”
― Paul Brunton