Hey....... how'bout that Biker shoot-out????

Kind of spooks me...

I ride a rice rocket. A big red & white rice rocket. I live about 15 minutes from the Berdoo clubhouse. One of my favorite concert venues is about 10 minutes from there, and I frequently see the other guys show up for shows flying colors. Man, I don't need this shit! Being a lifelong rider, I've got lots of acquaintences in several of the clubs here in Southern California. All this means is that all of us who ride, even those of us who don't sport patches, are due for undue harassment, suspicion, and needless tension.

I suspect that comeraderie at all of the rider handouts I frequent just took a big hit. I mean, when you heard a pack of Harleys pulling in before, curiosity used to be the first reaction. Now, I've got a feeling dread will replace it. Who wants to get caught in the crossfire? You're a rider Sparky. You've got to know that this shit is good for none of us. Citizen cagers are now going to be looking at all of us like we're potential mass murderers.

Sure, it's entertainment for the folks who love nothing better than seeing their stereotypes of the motorcycle subculture splashed all over the news. But in the end, it's bad for all motorcyclists.
 
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