I ride a motorcycle, it's part of who I am.
Regardless of our patch or lack of one there is a code we all live by or should live by (there are bad eggs in every community). Those of us that know, if we pass a bike down along the highway we stop, and if we couldn’t stop we hit the nearest exit and swing back to help. Regardless of patch or lack of one, regardless of if we are caging or riding, we know what it means to see a bike with a helmet on the ground behind the bike. As a global community we protect children and wives that are abused on the street and in the courtroom. Do we fit in? No! And we don’t by choice. We refuse to be feminized by current society; we refuse to fit into superficial societal norms, and political correctness. Quite frankly why should we? We get labeled as pimps, drug dealers, and gangbangers, simply because we expose our emotions and personal scars with ink on skin. We have hair and beards that are longer than society deems necessary but refuse to wear a socially acceptable manbun. The hell with society and its pseudo standards.
I made a commitment long ago to my God and He can and will judge me, I will accept his judgement humbly. We love our country, most of us served to protect our country and its people's rights. All the while there are those who seek not only an end to our lifestyle but an end to the American way. Our way was founded largely by American Vets. There is a connection between the veteran community and the biker community that cannot be understood by civilians or outsiders. We both have a need for the wind and the adrenaline that comes from straddling an engine with 4-6 gallons of gas on top of it.
Bikers and veterans have something else in common as well. We have our head on a swivel. Every highway entry and exit is potential death. Every underpass is a choke point. Every car following, passing, or changing lanes in front of or behind; crossing in an intersection is the same. But the vet was drawn to enlist and bikers were drawn to put their knees in the breeze, not by some casual thought; but they were bred into it: their dad was a vet and/or a biker. Maybe they are the first generation in their family tree. It's in their dreams; it's in their genetics. Damn society’s rebuke. They will be who they are, and I will be who I have to be, who I am called to be. So as I always have and always will, I will love and respect the biker patch or not, the vet, and those that are both because we are kindred spirits and brothers. As always love and respect is earned and returned; so will the lack thereof.
L&R
Lycan
USMVMC
Regardless of our patch or lack of one there is a code we all live by or should live by (there are bad eggs in every community). Those of us that know, if we pass a bike down along the highway we stop, and if we couldn’t stop we hit the nearest exit and swing back to help. Regardless of patch or lack of one, regardless of if we are caging or riding, we know what it means to see a bike with a helmet on the ground behind the bike. As a global community we protect children and wives that are abused on the street and in the courtroom. Do we fit in? No! And we don’t by choice. We refuse to be feminized by current society; we refuse to fit into superficial societal norms, and political correctness. Quite frankly why should we? We get labeled as pimps, drug dealers, and gangbangers, simply because we expose our emotions and personal scars with ink on skin. We have hair and beards that are longer than society deems necessary but refuse to wear a socially acceptable manbun. The hell with society and its pseudo standards.
I made a commitment long ago to my God and He can and will judge me, I will accept his judgement humbly. We love our country, most of us served to protect our country and its people's rights. All the while there are those who seek not only an end to our lifestyle but an end to the American way. Our way was founded largely by American Vets. There is a connection between the veteran community and the biker community that cannot be understood by civilians or outsiders. We both have a need for the wind and the adrenaline that comes from straddling an engine with 4-6 gallons of gas on top of it.
Bikers and veterans have something else in common as well. We have our head on a swivel. Every highway entry and exit is potential death. Every underpass is a choke point. Every car following, passing, or changing lanes in front of or behind; crossing in an intersection is the same. But the vet was drawn to enlist and bikers were drawn to put their knees in the breeze, not by some casual thought; but they were bred into it: their dad was a vet and/or a biker. Maybe they are the first generation in their family tree. It's in their dreams; it's in their genetics. Damn society’s rebuke. They will be who they are, and I will be who I have to be, who I am called to be. So as I always have and always will, I will love and respect the biker patch or not, the vet, and those that are both because we are kindred spirits and brothers. As always love and respect is earned and returned; so will the lack thereof.
L&R
Lycan
USMVMC
