The Terror & the Addiction – Riding on the Edge Then and Now
“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…)
