You are reading this and you have an interest in the MC world, so then you have probably seen or at least heard of the Sons of Anarchy TV show. Some hated it, and some loved it. Either way it is undeniable that the show had an effect on how the public sees our MC world. AND, for the most part, the world sees us being bad guys, everyone of us.
I look at the show the way I look at all media products about our MC world. They care about two things, making money and fame. They don’t care about the truth or how their products affect real people, the many men, and their families who live in the MC world. They make entertaining shows that are designed to get an audience so that they can make money and make the producers and actors famous. Period.
The Sons of Anarchy TV show was a mixture of fact and fiction. They got some things right and many things wrong. (more…)
The other day a Brother and I were meeting up with a biker who was expressing interest in our club. Our conversation eventually came around to the topic what an “outlaw” club is. Well there are a lot of reasons why clubs that fly their colors on a three piece patch with the MC cube are called “outlaw” clubs. One popular reason dates way back to the early days of outlaw biker culture and how some nonconformist bikers went against the American Motorcycle Association (AMA) and since them labeled as “outlaws”. I cover all that in depth in my book, Get Patched. But it goes further than that…
It so happens that the man that we were talking to was a military veteran, Marine, and I am a veteran as well. So I explained to him that in the MC world we have our own way of doing things. We have our own traditions, protocols and laws. We hold up those traditions, protocols and laws as being higher and more dear than those of “normal” society.
I went on to explain to him that it is like back when he was an active duty Marine. (more…)
The average cop on the street doesn’t know shit about “outlaw” motorcycle clubs. They “learned” most of what they “know” about MCs from watching TV, reading popular books about MCs and maybe a movie here and there. What cops think they know about bikers and MCs varies widely and most of it is wrong and that is bad news for the local biker or MC Brother.
First off, all cops start of like the average Joe Blow on the street who has been inundated with biker movies and TV shows over his or her life. And as I say repeatedly the entertainment industry does not care anything about the truth. They care about one thing, (more…)
Recently I have had two Brothers pass on. This loss is always accompanied by deep feelings of sadness because of the profound loss experienced. But also these sad events trigger good memories, of being with that Brother through good times and bad.
It is always tough loosing someone you love and care about. But not experiencing those losses can only happen if you live in isolation. Men do not live satisfying and quality lives in isolation. As men we do our best living in a brotherhood of men. Men that support, lift and challenge us to be better men. We live better family lives when our lives are bonded to other men; men whose families we care about, because they are our Brothers, and they love and care about our families as well.
It is always a tragedy when we lose a Brother and it is in these times of deep loss that the public gets a glimpse of the intensity of our (more…)
“I’m going to die! ” and “I fucking love this!” are just two of the thoughts that went through my head that day.
Before I started hanging round with my MC I was one lazy ass biker when it came to riding with my buddies. In those old days when my biker “brothers” and I would head out somewhere we were a disorganized loose-knit group of riders headed down the road. We road like a disorganized, undisciplined mob going down the highway. It was nothing like when I ride with my MC now. Now we ride tight and fast, and we definitely know what we are doing, riding two by two row after row, moving like a rumbling and roaring train going down a track. That is how it is now, but that is not how it started out for me the first time I rode with the pack, hard, tight and fast. I thought I would die, but I was instantly addicted to it! I wanted more. No, I needed more. I don’t remember if (more…)