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Take a Deep Breath, Calm Down

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Take a deep breath, calm downWritten by: Contro-versial

Every time I get on (my bike) I pause for a few seconds, there is an instant rush of adrenaline that makes my hands shake a little. Its not fear- its joy and excitement. Its respect for the machine. My dad told me “its not if you go down, it’s when you go down” I already went down, got that covered. I am still here.

When I am on my bike, I don’t give a crap about the everyday problems and issues I have to deal with.  I am free.

I don’t have to talk to anyone, except a few hand signals and an occasional head nod.  It charges my battery, it frees my mind, and it lets me be me for a few hours. Riding is my church, it is my faith and I practice it faithfully.

After a few miles my hands stop shaking, my breathing becomes normal. So focused that I can smell the colors of the road and hear the sun set or rise. That is the moment I am free. It’s just me in that Helmet, and that is perfectly fine. I have a deep love for this life; I will honor and defend protocol/traditions because its is the foundation of the house we live in. Knowledge and intelligence do not discriminate, but ignorance does. Know and understand your lane, than ride the hell out of it.

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Never A Lady On Her Back

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Never A Lady On Her BackWritten By: Bessie Truth

It’s a man’s world. You can’t deny that. If God were a woman He would’ve chastised Adam for listening to Eve but instead he punished Eve by giving us the curse of painful child birth. Ask me and men should be pushing babies out their penis but again, no one asked me so I’ll keep that opinion to this page.

But in understanding that this is a man’s world we should also accept the fact that the MC is not just a man’s world, but it’s also their cave. It’s where they believe and know they run things, they set the rules, they can break the rules and basically they ARE the rules.

So where does that leave us as women?

It leaves us where society has always afforded us…right where we stand and the first step we take having been exposed to those rules will determine how much respect we’ll get or not. It’s no different in the MC community.

We’re guests here and the master of the house has his rules but what women need to understand is that he has rules for the men in that house too and we as women can’t say “those rules don’t apply to us” because we chose to come into this house. We walked in and now we’re in they’re house and we should follow the rules and honor them if we want to stay in that house.

But y’know what…

When I’m in the bathroom I’m looking in the cabinets to see what’s up with you. I’m looking at you and how you move in your house and I wonder if that creaky door has been creaking for how long? Do you keep your house clean or messy? Is the landscaping outside beautiful but the house inside a pig sty?

I take what I see and I absorb it and move accordingly. ’cause you keep your house messy doesn’t mean I’m gonna come in and mess it up too. ’cause you allow for dirty dishes in your sink doesn’t mean my motorcycle is gonna follow that. We both know where the dishes belong and if you don’t do right, doesn’t mean that I won’t.

Ladies, there’s no laying down on the job when you claim to be a biker. There are protocols that determine whether you are or not and you follow them.

It might be there house but find your place in that house and pretty soon the King of the Castle will be asking where he put those keys….and of course he’ll be asking you for them.

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The Rose

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The RoseWritten by: Rebel Biker Chick

When I look at an old school biker and his ole lady, I see a rose. Roses are difficult to grow, as is a bikers relationship. He is the blossom, the part of the rose that the biker world sees. She is the stem, the part that holds him up.
The blossom should be full, and vibrant. The stem is a big part of this. She keeps him grounded, rooted. Bringing him the nutrients he needs to grow……trust, care, support, strength and love.
The stem often goes unnoticed by those looking at the rose, though it is the life line to the blossom.
So as I look at a biker and his ole lady, I know what she had dealt with and been through. I know how he had depended on her for strength and support. She gives her all to see him excel and be respected, in turn he protects her with all he has.
When the stem is cut, the rose soon dies. This is why a rose has thorns…..to protect the stem, so the blossom can bloom.