I was fairly new in Longmont Colorado. I had been around the world while in the military. I had traveled to Europe and Asia. Here I was stuck in a sleepy little town called Longmont Colorado; it is your typical medium size town, located north of Denver. Longmont is stuck right between the states two biggest colleges, The University of Colorado, one of the most liberal schools in the country and Colorado State University one of the most conservative schools. I had just settled down for what I thought would be the most boring time of my life. That was until I found the Eagle Grill.
I was working night shift and needed a place to hang my hat on my nights off. The Eagle was that place. You can call me an observer of life. I sit back and watch the world go by. I make friends but I still like to take in the ambiance. I like to set back and smell the roses and take in their beauty. On Wednesdays and Thursdays the Eagle has karaoke. For me it was a time to just sit back and listen to Music. It doesn’t really matter whether the singers are good or not. I like the idea that people just put their selves out there.
Oh every now and then you get that someone special and your jaw just opens wide and your heart feels with joy. The Eagle had more then their share nightingales and that’s why I kept going back. I also found that the Eagle was a family. If you didn’t take the time to get to know someone then the patrons as I saw them then would take the time to get to know you. My hiding in plain sight idea wasn’t working. Before long I knew the regulars and hell, you could say I became a regular myself. To the people at the Eagle I was called Cowboy.
On Fridays and Saturdays the Eagle had a band, usually 50’s, 60’s and 70’s rock and roll but don’t be surprised to find a little blues, Jazz or Modern Rock. Some bands knew the magic of getting every woman in the place on the dance floor, others had the listening crowd. Like the karaoke, some bands were good and others had a lot to learn about the Longmont crowd.
One thing about living so close to the mountains was the fresh air. Unlike a lot of other bars I have been too, I rarely smelled the stench of alcohol. I also found out quickly that the Eagle Grill is full of all kinds of drama. Surprisingly, you don’t see a lot of fights and the few fights they do have only last a few seconds. The Eagle has a group of regulars that play bouncer and every now and then they even had a paid bouncer.
It wasn’t long till I found out the ladies serving the drinks didn’t have much problem breaking up a fight either. Kathy one of the bartenders was a Roller Derby Queen on one of the Denver teams and like all the girls working there was drop dead gorgeous and tough as nail. Moreover, like the song say we have cowboys, bikers, beauty queens, and cougars or something like that.
Like I said, when I first arrived in Longmont I was disappointed. I was sure that I would have to fight the boredom for the next few years. After all I had lived in places like Tokyo Japan and Athens Greece. I had worked for organizations like, NASA, NSA, CIA, Air Force Intelligence and the FBI. Not as an agent but in a support role. I was use to being in the thick of things. I wasn’t long before I realized that I was in the thick of things. For the first time in my life I was probably in over my head. Enough about me, In this story I am sitting on the side line and watching the world go by.
Every night something new would happen and on this night the conversation was about to change history, It all started out innocently, just two people bull shitting in a bar. Big Chris an avid biker and Ernie a member of the Heartland Outlaw Motorcycle Club were having a conversation. I had known both men for awhile. Big Chris like myself, wears a cowboy hat and like everyone else in Longmont and Northern Colorado for that matter I had become his friend. Big Chris is well respected partly because of his size but mostly as I had become to realize because of his heart. When he walks into a room everybody notices, especially the ladies.
I had found out that Big Chris had been a rider for many years, but Big Chris belong to no club, partly because of his job as an air traffic control but mostly because, that was just the way he was, a lone ranger. On this night I was looking at the two of them, Big Chris and Ernie I was thinking they could be brothers, both were hardcore bikers. Big Chris is about six foot eight inches tall with long hair, arms the size of most men’s legs and tattoo’s all over. Big Chris is a ladies man. When he walks into the room, you can see the women swoon. I remember thinking on many a night that I wish I was him. I can still remember the first time I say him sing, the ladies just lost control. It was like being at a rock concert, women patting their hearts or exposing their breast to Big Chris. I was waiting for one of them to throw their pants at him. I’m thinking what the hell is going on, my god this is karaoke for goodness sakes.
Now I wouldn’t call Big Chris a pretty boy but he does have a way about him. He’s rugged and looks to be a mean cuz. Nevertheless, everyone that knows him says he is as gentle as a lamb. I for one have never met a nicer person. He is one of those guys that can go home with a different lady every night, but he doesn’t. The funny thing is that ladies wouldn’t even mind. Most women would be happy with just one night with Big Chris. Most men want to know Big Chris and everyone calls him friend.
Ernie was also a man I called friend. I didn’t know him well but he always said hello to me and shook my hand. I remember the first time we meet. It reminded me of younger days when I rode a bike and even considered joining a Outlaw club in Texas. Ernie was ONLY six foot four. Now I can say that because I’m six six. But I say that mostly because stand by Big Chris he didn’t seem all that big. Ernie was a local chapter President of a heartland outlaw motorcycle club. This heartland motorcycle club is a member of the Brotherhood of one percenters (1%er) and one of the six largest motorcycle clubs in America. Despite the reputation of this heartland motorcycle club, the club members are well liked and well known in Longmont, from their almost monthly charity runs for one charity or another or their peaceful way of breaking up a fight in a local bar. Most people and most independent motorcyclist call them friends. Many people still fear them and some hate them just for their reputation as outlaw bikers.
I had also noticed that another group of people, that don’t really like the outlaw bikers or any biker for that matter, is the local men and that was because they seem to have all the pretty girls. If a group of this heartland outlaw bikers comes into a bar that you were in, you might not realize they were there unless you saw them walk in. They usually come in and sit quietly at one of the tables. If you loss track of you girlfriend you might just find her at their table.
I don’t advice making a scene with them but if you just walked over and talked to your girl, she would probably leave quietly, and if she wanted to stay, then your best bet is to find a new girl. You can find a lot of different stories about how outlaw motorcycle clubs treat their ladies. Some of these stories are well deserved and some are not. Different outlaw clubs have different reputations. And the reputation of some clubs aren’t good when it comes to the treatment of women. The Longmont chapter didn’t have this reputation.
I found out quickly that Longmont is a motorcycle town and the Eagle Grill is one of the places bikers hang out. You can find a mixture of bikers in Longmont. Most it seems are independents just riding on the weekends and during bike rallies or the charity events. I have found that a general rules apply to independent bikers and outlaws. Most bikers are very patriotic; if you knew them long you would say they had conservative values, God and country that sort of thing. You might find them supporting the local National Rifleman Association. Most believed in God or at least the Christian value system but you will rarely hear them talking about their beliefs. Maybe that’s why I like them so much. They believe in a lot of the same things I do.
Like me They believe in the live and let live philosophy also know in a more common theme, "Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness" you could say that that is the foundation of what the bikes have built their clubs on. The difference between bikers and others is that they also believe in protecting that right and many have served in the armed forces. Having served in the military myself I found a kinship with them. They are not true conservatives because they do not believe in forcing their values on others. They are not liberals because they are willing to protect the values they have, and yes even kill to protect that freedom. If you look at the cultural war that is going on in America; you would find that most bikers are willing to just get out of the way and let everyone else fight. That is until you start stepping on their playground and that is when you will see them stand up and make a stance. Ernie and Big Chris had a lot of the same beliefs but like all men they had their differences.
Big Chris always walked on the right side of the law. While Ernie may have blurred the lines a little. But on this night they seemed to be on the same page.
The topic of the night was politics. What would happen if the Democrats took office? Ernie said the war would end in Iraq and the soldiers would come home, Big Chris and Ernie both agreed that that would be a good thing. However, Big Chris was worried that they might just bring a few terrorists with them. Big Chris was worried if we were not in Iraq fighting the terrorist, the terrorist might just decide to come to America to fight.
“The United States soldiers can’t be deployed on American soil unless the president is willing to declare martial law. So who is going to protect the common housewife and children?” Big Chris said, “The National Guard can only do so much. Posse Comitatus is still the law of the land.”
This angered Ernie, it didn’t settle right with his sprit of “don’t tread on me”, to think that his freedom might be jeopardized. He couldn’t accept even for a moment that a bunch of terrorist could take over. “Just let those rag heads go after our families and they will pay. We protect our own.” Ernie said very calmly, “But this might not be as easy as it seems. How in the hell are we going to fight an enemy that you can’t see until it’s to late or one that kills themselves.”
“Exactly”, Big Chris said, “It would take a lot of coordination to actually get to a place where anyone could protect American or really do anything about terrorist. They can hit so many places, from the malls, theaters, or schools. How do you or anyone protect their family from them?”
“What if, every motorcycle club in the country and the independents stood their ground and helped each other? We could have intelligence form every club in America, we could work together to help guard big events, stand patrols at malls and schools. We could help save American. We could help out after disasters. Hell the constitution says we have the right to bare arms. I’m not sure the cops would like it, but we do have a lot of members,” said Ernie. “We have a right to protect ourselves but those liberal geeks are going to say it just another example of biker’s gone wild, the first time a member of my motorcycle club is arrested with a weapon or for being what might be construed as being a bit to nosey someone is going to jail.” said Ernie. “But I think your right we are going to have to do something.”
I was only sitting a few feet away and I could see the tension in both men’s eyes. I understood their worries and hopes. Like them I too wanted the troops to come home, and like them I worried that the terrorist would follow them. I had overheard a similar conversation only a week before with Big Chris and Chas. I’ll tell you about Chas a little later. This was one of the reasons I have so much respect for Big Chris and Ernie. These were two men that love their country. Big Chris had a son that served in the military. I know he worried that his son might have to go to Iraq or Afghanistan. So this was a subject that pulled on every fiber of this big man’s heart. Ernie had many friends that had served in Vietnam and he worried about the damage that war did to this men. He didn’t want another American Soldier to ever have to go through what so many of his fellow brothers had gone through.
The conversation was abruptly ended when Maria walked in the door. Maria was one of those ladies that you just had to take notice of. She had a smile that lit up the night, eyes of gold, long eyelashes and a set of well-proportioned lungs. Maria was a true Mayan princess. If you didn’t at least take a glance at her, she would make sure you did. If you were a man, you looked because you just couldn’t help yourself. I had know her for a while so I gave my respect. If you were a regular at the Eagle Grill you paid attention just to see what kind of trouble she might be causing. Maria was a married lady, but that had never stop her from flirting with what ever man that suited her fancy. And truth be told Mike, her husband, was the only one that suited Maria’s fancy, Ernie had been at the Eagle Grill a few nights when members of his club had been involved in a few words being exchanged. He figured he might as well set back and enjoy the show. Ernie knew Mike and Maria both and considered both friends.
Big Chris just laughed and went over to give Maria’s husband Mike a handshake. He knew Maria and he gave her his customary hug. Mike was also an independent biker and Maria was his Old Lady, a biker’s wife or girl friend. Maria was extremely hot and still rather young. Maria had the bad habit of enjoy the attention of the men around her, and this certainly got the attention of other women. She had been in a few altercations over the years and had been barred from several bars for fighting. Maria was a typical biker chick, she was as tough as they come and had an attitude to match.
This night, Maria flirted with a man that had a girl friend and he did what most men did, he took a long look and started flirting back. Maria could careless about this man; she just wanted a little attention. Mike, Maria’s husband just shook his head and thought, here it goes again. The other woman took offense and asked her boyfriend “what, you want that bitch?” The girl told her boyfriend, and then she turned to Maria. “That’s my man, who the hell do you think you are.”
Maria went immediately into I’ll kick your ass mode. Kathy the Roller Derby Queen and bartender step in the middle of the two ladies and the fight ended. Kathy was a beautiful women, she stood about 5 feet 11 inches tall and worked out on a regular basis. You have to be in top shape to be a roller derby skater. Kathy was strong, she lifted weights and most men were a little afraid of her.
Maria may have thought she could take Kathy but wasn’t willing to try on this night. Besides, Maria had gotten in a few blows and the other girl had just pulled Maria’s hair, Maria was proud of herself. She had gotten the attention she wanted. All eyes were on her. If you knew Maria, you knew she was a sweetheart she just wanted her attention. Maria loved Mike and Mike only had eyes for Maria. He knew that under that brass exterior that Maria was the sweetest and most loving women alive. I’m not sure everyone else knew how to take Maria. Girls couldn’t help but be jealous of Maria. Maria knew how to turn a man’s head, sometimes it wasn’t intentional but other times it was on purpose.
Ernie was thinking. I sure feel sorry for the other young lady; she had no idea what she was walking into. Because, Kathy was a good friend of Mike and Maria, Kathy let the matter go, like every time before she asked the one couple to just go inside and asked Mike and Maria to stay on the smoking patio.
Maria had always been able to turn heads; she had the kind of body that men loved and women admired. Because of that and her flirting ways, lots of girls hated her. Truth be told, a lot of those women were the same way that just had different ways of getting attention. Maria just made it more noticeable.
Why is it that pretty girls are so hated? Don’t women realize that men may look at the hot bodies of women but that each man had that something special that they liked in women, and sometimes it was different things about different women? Sometimes it’s their long hair, or their eyes, sometimes it just the way the girl smiles at them. Yes, men all like different things, we call it our weakness, but the truth is we all love women. It just depends on the mood or the way a woman carries herself that truly turns a man on.
The smoking patio was the place to be at the Eagle. On many nights if you came in the front door you might think the place is closed. If you walked out to the patio there were thirty or forty people drinking and having a good time. Somebody was always telling a joke or an amusing story. Some girl was always telling a few other girls how their man had done them wrong. Moreover, a few guys were always working on what every line they could think of that might land them a woman for the night.
Me, I just like to watch and observe. I catoragize the differentpeople in the bar. Sometimes I was spot on and other times I was died wrong.
The cougars were all out and the young men were on the prowl. You have to feel sorry for the young girls that drop by the Eagle Grill because there always seems to be several older, women in their early to late forties, beautiful women looking for a young man. If you are in your late twenties or thirties and a man, the best place in town to be is the Eagle Grill. The music is always good and the women are always fine. If you stuck around long enough you would always find something interesting going on. After all the Eagle Grill was one big happy family. However, if you don’t like drama, then lookout, cause here it comes.
Some of the ladies in the forties and fifties aren’t really looking for younger men but they find them anyways. Can you really blame them a nice young man flirting with them and all that attention? Even if they weren’t cougars when they walked in to the Eagle Grill, they might just be when they walked out. There were plenty of places in Longmont to find ripe young women. But, if you wanted an older woman then the Eagle was the place to be. Unless like me, you were an older man.
The Eagle Grill had become a local hang out; it had been open for years. On any given night a person raised in Longmont might see an old High School friend or an old boy friend or girl friend. You might meet your next-door neighbor or a friend you haven’t seen in years. A lot of the people were very close even when they were fighting. That was part of the charm of the Eagle to me. If you didn’t know the life history of the people you meet it wouldn’t take long. For me I was practicing my listening skills. It was one of my last real weaknesses.
Some of the people were new, Chas was one of those. He had come to town for work. He told everyone that he worked at IBM and that was true. He dressed like a cowboy. Chas told some of the strangest stories you would ever here.. It had only been a week before that he had told Big Chris about the Posse Comitatus Act. I liked him because he was one of the black had club. That black hat club included Big Chris, several other of my friends and myself. On this night Chas told a story about the military.
Chas started out by saying, “During World War II the military was tasked with building the atomic bomb. You all know the story, the best of the best in the scientific community were pulled together to build the bomb. What people don’t realize is at the time, if you were a military officer and you were an engineer or scientist that you were limited. You may become a Colonel in the Army or Captain in the Navy but that was as far as you were going.”
Chas continued, “The military didn’t have much use for the brainiacts. They needed leaders and combat officers. But at the beginning of World War II the military needed brains. The brightest of the military officers were brought together to work on the atomic bomb project along with the best in the civilian community. The United States had already heard of all a few of the projects that the Germans were building. The United States was also lucky enough to have gotten a hold of several of the top German Scientist.”
“After the war, things started to get back to normal until the military found out about all the projects the Germans had been working on. The next thing you know the military is recurting at every university that has scientist and engineers. A lot of these new officers joined the intelligents community. Someone had to figure out what all the information they were gathering meant. After all the Russians got a few German scientists too,” Chas said.
“Things were fine until Roswell New Mexico.” Chas Said, “The next thing you know this scientist that had been slowly working their way up the ranks of the military were now in leadership roles. They had joined forces with the doctors, phychologists, aerodynamic engineers and physicist. They had already built a working team when Roswell happened. It doesn’t matter if Roswell was true or false, they were now in demand. They was already a team of both military and civilians and they were gaining power both inside and outside the military.
“Every time a person saw something funny in the sky these new scientist were called. Congress and the President gave them total control of any and all projects that had to do with aliens or the defeating of alien beings. They didn’t even want to know what the truth was unless that had to deal with it directly. The Presidents didn’t even want to be briefed on what they were doing. Until an event happened that put the world at risk or one that they couldn’t denigh. They wanted to be kept in the dark. These men had power and they were promoted into positions that gave them access to money. One day we may find out what these men knew but for now we are all in the dark.”
“So your saying Majestic 12, the AQUARIUS Group, JASON group and MIB are real.” One of the geeks asked? “They really do have secret government agencies that keep secrets about UFO’s”
“No I didn’t say they had secrets about anything. I said that a group had formed that had the capability to keep secrets like that. If anyone knows what really happen at Roswell, these are the men that have that knowledge. They also don’t tell the Congress or the President what they know. It is believed that no appointed personnel are privy to this information, unless by chance they are already a part of the organization. Many believe that they are more about disinformation then true information anyways. They are the things going bump in the night. So if someone sees an experiment aircraft they are working on then they make sure that UFO reports are generated to counter those reports. Not all the UFO mumbo jumbo is false either. These are the men that have meet the aliens. They keep their secret out of fear. If a world has advanced to a point that they can fly to other worlds then they are powerful enough to destroy the earth if they want. Some say people like Gene Rodenberry the creator of Star Trek, used the show as a way to bring advancements to the earth. Some of the technology they already had and just shared it with the right people. For example, cell phones and wire less communications. Star Trek was designed to help man understand that all worlds would not be like the earth. I’m sure at least some of what was written was fake, but some of it was about telling us our future and preparing us for space travel. Even shows like Twilight Zone were designed to prepare us for a day that some believe is not far away when the world will be made aware of all the aliens that live among us. Why do you think Spock had pointed ears. I find it very interesting that elves also have pointed ears. People have been writing stories about elves since the dawn of time.”
Like always some on the patio that night laughed and others just shook their heads. But some would repeat the story and the word would get around town. Chas had a way of catching the ears of people, even though he never told anyone that he was telling anything more then a story. He would always say, just watch the history channel if you don’t believe me. Even I wonder where he came up with all these stories. I found it very interesting that those same stories would be repeated over and over again all over town. Like the Posse Comitias story that Big Chris told Ernie earlier that night. For me it didn’t matter, I was always in the mood for a good story. This one left me a little puzzled, I had heard Chas tell lots of stories and one thing I knew for certain. Chas always had a reason for telling us something. He love to get the brain working. I was just wondering what this story was meant for.
There was other bars or clubs in town, 3rd and Main, Red Zone and The Bit were popular hangouts for the very young at heart. 4th and Main was once another club, that had live music but it had closed a few months back. Now it was only the Eagle Grill and Classics that catered to everyone. On any given night you would find a person from 21 till I’m still alive and that’s all that counts at the Eagle Grill.
This was a typical night at the Eagle Grill, usually after the first fight; a few of the regulars would head over to the only other bar in town with live music, Classics. Classics was a much more peaceful place and rarely had drama at all. The owners were two independent motorcycle riders that really had a good repro with the biker community. They seemed to know what to look for and break things up a lot quicker then anyone at the Eagle Grill ever did.
On that night, Ernie and a few of his brothers took the ride over to Classics to see what was happening. If you weren’t a biker the picking were usually slim for just a regular guy. The ladies that came into Classics were either so over come by the bikers in the bar or they were biker chicks already. I mde my rounds on certain night. I never stayed at Classics to long because of the lady situation. The biker men like me fine but the biker chicks passed me over like the plague.
Ernie and his fellow riders were glad to see a few other members of their club there. They were talking to a few of the independents about an up coming ride to benefit a lady in town that had cancer. They were putting together some of the final details with the owners of Classics. Classics and the Eagle Grill both sponsored bike runs in Longmont. Even if you weren’t a rider you were always welcomed to come out and see all the bikes and enjoy the event. There is nothing in the world like watching, anywhere between a hundred and maybe a thousand or more bikes rolling down the highway. I admit that buying a bike was a prior to me. I realized that I was missing out on a different world. For now, I would have to sit back enjoy the happening from the cheap seats.
Members of other motorcycle clubs in the area, sometimes coming from as far away as Colorado Springs, Utah, Montana, and Wyoming would also come down for the big events. Longmont had gotten the reputation as a biker friendly town, Longmont, had once been known as a hot rod town, and if you look around you can still find a few of the nicest cars you could ever want to see. So, at a typical bike run you might just find a few hot rods mixed in.
It wasn’t unusual to see fifty plus bikes parked outside of Classics on a Sunday afternoon, and that is on a Sunday that wasn’t holding a bike run. On those Sundays that held a bike run, you might find five hundred bikes. Classics, had one draw back; it wasn’t very big. So on bike run days they would hold most of the event in the parking lot. The Blue-Knights Motorcycle Club, who is comprised of Police Officers would also show up for many events and ride right along side of the heartland outlaw motorcycle club member.
In the biker world you have many brotherhoods, you have the brotherhood of the riders, and that allows any kind of bike to ride, you have the brotherhood of Harley Davison Owners, and you have the brotherhood of the outlaw motorcycle club. But all bikers have a kinship and that is the love of the open road.
Family is important in the biker world and that family is extended to include everyone in the biker club and all of their families. This has never been something that bikers take lightly. It isn’t uncommon for a few riders to tag along with someone’s old lady if she is going shopping just to keep an eye out for her. You will find this especially, when bad blood has been going around between rival outlaw clubs. Classics wanted the reputation as a safe house for bikers. It didn’t matter what club you belong to, you were always welcome at Classics.
For a few weeks, it didn’t look like much would happen that this conversation that Big Chris and Ernie had, like so many before, would just fade away. However, Ernie didn’t let the conversation die. He got in touch with the president of the heartland motorcycle clubs national chapter and that president in turn contacted a few old friends of his that contacted a few old friends of theirs and so on till the outlaw biker clubs started talking and a big stir grew in America.
Yes, that conversation was now on the ears of Outlaw bikers all of America. Let’s face the facts, the Outlaw Clubs had plenty of differences, but their one common ground has always been their love for the United States. Many had served in the armed force; many had family members that are still serving. They were as American as apple pie.
They have come together for other reasons, like raising money for charity or the Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club who guards against protesters at soldiers funeral. Their reputation has grown positively in the last ten years and here was another chance for them to serve the country they loved so much.
They loved their bikes, but they loved the country even more. Over the years most of the bad blood that had been spilt was always between bikers or biker clubs. Rarely had civilians, those not in an outlaw club, been involved in an altercation with a biker club. Even if you look through the FBI’s crime database most crimes, over 90% of the arrest that have been made of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers have been for crimes against each other.
Because this idea born at the Eagle Grill, was gaining so much strength, what was needed now was organization. Someone had to set down the rules of engagement. Someone had to make a plan, how could the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers organize fifty thousand bikers across the United States to work together. Most outlaw clubs were already set up like military organizations. You had the local chapters, the state or country chapters, the regional chapters and the National chapter.
Many of the rules already existed, for example, lots of different outlaw motorcycle clubs show up to bike week across the country and peace exist. However, passing intelligence from one organization to another or warnings each other could be another situation. Even though a brotherhood existed it didn’t always go beyond a common love and a common way of life.
Maybe, Bikers are the modern day cowboy; like the song says “I’m a cowboy, On a steal horse I ride.” many live by the Code of the West.
The Code of the West
1. A cowboy always tells the truth and keeps his word.
2. A cowboy is a Patriot and defends the American way.
3. A cowboy never betrays a trust or takes advantage.
4. A cowboy is brave, but never careless.
5. A cowboy defends the weak and helps them.
6. A cowboy is kind to children, old folks, and to animals.
7. A cowboy is free from racial and religious prejudice.
8. A cowboy is clean in thought, word, deed and person.
9. A cowboy is loyal, hard working and maintains a high ethic.
10. A cowboy is thankful for what God has given him.
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Simply replace A Cowboy with An Outlaw Biker, or Biker and you will probably find most of these rules or by laws in most outlaw motorcycle clubs. Yes, one or two, here and there, may not apply but most are part of the code that they live by. This code may not be the reputation that outlaw bikers are known for, but within the organization, this is their life. Maybe that’s what drew me to them. Maybe that was why I started paying so much attention to what was building in this sleepy little town. I went home and prayed that Ernie and his brothers would take that next step. I didn’t really expect things to happen so fast. I am just glad that I was here to be a witness. After all someone has to tell the world what is happen.
People may see these bikers as longhaired tattooed thugs but once you get to know them they are very nice people with a common love of country and a respect rarely found in other parts of life. I still wouldn’t recommend crossing an outlaw biker but if you show them respect, they will return the favor. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that my size gave me any added advantage over the common Joe in the street. Their strength has always been with their numbers. Sure I might be able to take one or maybe even two out, but truth be told that was even a stretch. Bikers had more street smarts then a travel such as myself.
The Heartland Outlaw Motorcycle Club have a reputation for being silent, if someone is starting trouble in a bar or club you can bet it’s not them. They are quite, Silence, they let their action speak for them, and one of those actions is not causing trouble. They will never tell on another member of their club even if they don’t agree with what that member is doing. They will handle problems internally. These are not the hell raisers that many believe bikers are. Never bring attention to yourself or the club. In recent years, they have become the peace makers.
The brotherhood of outlaw’s had their code and bars like Classics had their code. At Classics it was and unspoken code. Treat other like you want to be treated. For example, if you walked in Classics with a girl there was a very high probability you would walk out with her. Other bikers wouldn’t try and steal you girl friend. Moreover, they expected the same kind of respect. Most bikers see the community as an extended part of their family. I have never felt unwelcome by any member of the biker community. That doesn’t mean they trust me that just means they are willing to give me my space. In return, I give them the same courtesy.
Ernie knew that outsiders didn’t see the Brotherhood of 1%ers respect for each other. Again, they may disagree on turf and a few of the simple rules you see in the cowboy code but overall they have a respect for each other and a strong desire to get along. They come together often for charitable events and just plan fun. They may not be best of friends or even party with each other, and yes, they may even fight. However, most of the time; they get along just fine and have even been known to ride together, if the cause is right.
Yes, outlaw clubs each have their own areas of concern. Certain clubs are responsible for security at certain events. They may provide bouncers for certain clubs or bars. They may provide security for certain builders or construction companies, and that is their turf. Ernie understood this. But the conversation that Big Chris and Ernie had was a lot bigger than that, this was the security of the ones they loved. This was not a paid gig; this was going to be a lot of sacrifice for all clubs. It’s one thing to give the security of a concert to a rival club, but that doesn’t apply when it comes to watching out after young children.
The question is. Does protecting the American way of life from terrorist constitute the right cause? That would be a question that would have to be answered by each club individually. After all America needs the outlaw’s help and the Brotherhood of 1%ers maybe the only people in America strong enough to answer the call.
Meetings keep taking place. The Colorado motorcycle clubs meet with the clubs from Texas and the South, They meet with the Clubs from the East and Northeast, Meeting between the big six took place and they brought in smaller clubs from the western, Midwestern, and eastern United States until the buzz all over America was the fight against terrorism.
The conversation was now alive and well and there was no stopping it now. This is going to happen. The Brotherhood of 1%ers, terrorist protection act, was born that day, although it would be several months until the official name was born. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers had started to form a new brotherhood. The ways of the pass were still alive, but a greater calling was now taking shape.
The brotherhood had expanded pass Hollister, CA and way past 1947. This was no longer the troublemakers but rather the peacemakers. The outlaw’s would soon be known as the friends of the common folks. And the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers, would be known as the outlaws that stood up for America while it couldn’t stand up for itself. Yes, the 1% became 2% and 5% and later even 10% of bikers that were willing to fight to protect America. Independents would later join the outlaw’s and even the weekend riders would find a home with the brotherhood.
There is a lot of men out their doctors, lawyers, and even cops that love to ride. And most of them understand the code. They all played cowboys were they were kids and some were the good guys and some were the bad guys. Most understood that peace came with a price. Places all over the nations like Classics existed. Rallies happen every week. Friends were friends whether you were part of the club or part of the brotherhood. Men understand protecting their families. Men love to ride and be free, not all men can be bikers and even some bikers are, want to be, outlaws.
It goes even a little farther then that. Long before the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs were born, there was a brotherhood of veterans and that brotherhood is the one that crosses the boundaries of every organization. That is the brotherhood that would final grow into something way past anything that even Ernie or Big Chris could picture at that time. Hell even I didn’t see this coming. Maybe it was one man’s dream, Maybe it was the dream of a lot of men.
This brotherhood was between men that had served together. In many instances men that had fought together. The Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs had been born after World War II and a new generation had come along after the Korean War and Vietnam War. And now, the newest generation the Afghanistan and Iraq vets were coming home and many of them would look for an organization of brothers just like the one they had found overseas. Many civilians may not understand that for many of the vets they would need an organization like the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs to survive. Without the Brotherhood of outlaw’s or other clubs many a good man may have been lost a long time ago. War changes a man, and through brotherhood they found a way to survive a long time ago. They found a way to forget and become part of something new and real.
It goes along way beyond that. The wives of these men had also belonged to an organization. The wives club that all branches of the service have had always served as the glue that got the women through those long nights while their man was away. The Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs have carried on that tradition and included those women as part of the family.
All those women understand what it was to lose a friend, a husband or a son. They have all cried on someone’s shoulder or had another mother or wife cry on their shoulder. They knew what it was like to spend long nights alone hoping and praying that their man would come home.
The women and men both had friends that had made it back from war, but had never come home. And that was what the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs was really all about. Somewhere in all the bloodshed between rival clubs they had forgotten that. To many things that none of them would ever forget. Family is everything, to an outlaw and people paid dearly for the mistakes of a few men. Somewhere in all the paybacks the true meaning of the outlaw clubs were lost. Ernie felt strongly, that it was time to get that back.
The Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs may have gotten their start at Hollister, CA but they were born of the Revolutionary Army way back when America was born. They were the men that discovery the west and built the towns and cities. They were the ones that had fought for America time and time again, against all enemies. They fought in the range wars. They fought in the Civil War men of both sides. They fought for America and other people that they didn’t even know. And now, we call them outlaws because they don’t blend in with everyone else, truth be told there is a little outlaw in all of us and this was just the beginning.
What Ernie and Big Chris had began in the tiny little town of Longmont, Colorado in the crazy little bar called the Eagle Grill where people of all walks of life come together every night of the week. The Eagle Grill is a place where you can find the good, the bad, the beautiful, and yes the ugly. The Eagle Grill is a place where people come together for a laugh and a cold beer. The Eagle Grill is a place where friends can find old friends and meet new ones. The Eagle Grill a place were you may hear the biggest lies every told and the most fantastic truths, It was up to you to figure out which was which.
A revolution was taking place, not one that would over throw this great country but one that would protect this great country from harm. This revolution was born from the most unlikely of men. These bikers were men that some feared and others hated. Bikers who have been proud of the title outlaw. They are so proud of this that they wear a patch that says 1%er to let everyone know that they are true outlaws.1
I didn’t know when I arrived at Classics that day that a world changing event was about to happen. I came for the bikes and cars and to help out the owners. I guess there is some good use for a none biker in Longmont. Pass out cards to the riders and collect any last minute money. I should have know what was about to happen I was there when Big Chris and Ernie talked just a few weeks before.
My first guess that something big was about o happen was when I saw Big Chris and Ernie head into the bar. This was a big bike run and everyone was outside. If you wanted a beer, drink or something to eat, you got that outside. Then I noticed that other motorcycle clubs had also showed up. I had seen this, show of force for some of the real big runs. However, this was a local run. I recognized a few of the bikers for the history channel and knew that they were Nation Presidents for the club. The presidents of the various outlaw motorcycle clubs are meeting in the town of Longmont Colorado on the 20 day of August in the Year of our lord 2008. These bikers came from the East, West, South, and North. The came from the heartland and they came in peace. I hoped that they came to ensure that our peaceful way of life that we have all grown to love, stays that way. Maybe Ernie had worked his magic. Maybe they came to renew the brotherhood that was born in Hollister, CA in 1947. Chills ran down my back and I could see that bartender wasn’t that happy. The other bikers had started to leave but the president had pulled tables together and started to talk. The bartender asked me to come inside and help her so I did.
There is an old saying that says never bother a man when he’s working. That was my plan. Me and the Bartender went back in the kitchen and smoked a cigarette. What better way to hide the leaders of the six most notorious biker clubs in America from the outside world. The bike run was held in the parking lot and the meeting held inside. Even the police that came to ride in the run had no idea that the inside meeting was taking place. Ernie had invited Big Chris to join them. He represented the independents that would certainly one day be needed. Big Chris was invited because he and Ernie had given birth to this idea. More importantly, he was invited to get a different outside opinion.
The bikers all knew that winter was coming and many would soon be putting their bikes away, ok maybe not the hardcore bikers, and these were the hardcore bikers. They also knew that the election would soon be here and that some preparation had to be made and time was flying by quickly.
One of the Leaders of the Brotherhood of Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs starts of the meeting by saying. “First of all I would like to thank our host the heartland motorcycle club for gathering us together for this great cause. Can we start by saying the Pledge of Allegiance, after all that is why we have gathered here today?” The leader of the Colorado Brotherhood of Bikers said. In the middle of the table was an American flag still foldered like it had just been presented at a funeral.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation under God, indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for all."
I thought that some might find that corny, but let’s not forget who these men are; they are the presidents of the largest outlaw motorcycle clubs in the world, not just the United States. They command and army of volunteers that are placed throughout the United States and all over the world. Their clubs were all founded on the basic principles of the Pledge of Allegiance and their basic belief systems is rooted in that pledge.
These men have also spilled each others blood over the years. They had to have someplace to start that they all would agree touched their hearts. These men stood proud and recited the words very loudly. They put their chess out and they felt the words that had been lost by so many other American. I could hear them and I stood up and put my cigerratte down. I could feel a chill running down my spine and a tear grew in my eyes. Damn I’m a sap for that patriotic stuff. I had a feeling that I wasn’t the only man in the room that felt that way. I dared not go out and take a look.
It didn’t elude me or them that ten miles down the road high schools students picketed so that would not have to say this pledge. This meant something to these men, leaders of the outlaw clubs, the so called outcast. They believed in America and they loved America and for a moment they felt tingles go down their spines and maybe just maybe a tear of pride was seen in their eyes. With their hands over their heart they said the words loudly. Big Chris stood proudly with the rest of them and he knew for the first time at this moment that he was part of something bigger then even him.
If you knew Big Chris You knew he loved his country, He had a son that served in the Air Force right down the road, guarding missile Silo’s in Wyoming, his daughter in-law also served in the Air Force. When he introduces them to any one that is always the first thing he says. My Son serves this country. Like his father before Big Chris was also Air Force. Big Chris had gotten stated as a forward Air Controller in the Air Force, He was Special Forces so none of this was new to him.
After the pledge was over the leader of the Colorado coalitions of Bikers continued, “This Brotherhood of Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs was born in Hollister, California in 1947 but today we take a giant step forward. The Outlaws motorcycle clubs will today join for the sake of America, our country. We will figure out the how’s soon, but for now, we need to unite in this common cause and agree that we are all willing to put aside our differences and step forward on the playing field as one brotherhood.
The outlaw motorcycle clubs will ride again and this time it will be to save America. We will be the 1% that stood up to those who would cause harm to our loved ones. We will no longer be the outcast the troublemakers. We will be the protectors. I will turn this meeting over to the president of the heartland motorcycle clubs now and he will feel us in on what is going on.”
The President of the heartland motorcycle club says. “Welcome my fellow brothers. To start lets talk about the Posse Comitatus Act which is a United States federal law (18 U.S.C. § 1385) The statute generally prohibits federal military personnel and units of the United States or the National Guard under federal authority from acting in a law enforcement capacity within the United States, except where expressly authorized by the Constitution or Congress.”
“As we all know the United States Forces in Iraq will soon be coming home, I believe that with them will come the terrorist that they are now fighting in Iraq. If they can’t fight us there then they will find away to fight us here on our own soil. What I propose is a united front on terrorism. I know that this isn’t something we have to worry about today, but if we prepare now we maybe able to stop them before they can get a foothold.” The President of the heartland motorcycle club said. You could tell by the looks in the eyes of those that gather that some agreed and some disagreed with his statement. The bartender looked at me without saying a word. They knew we were there but I’m not sure they knew we could hear what they were saying. She had this look on her face to say I can’t believe what I am hearing.
I’m sure some were thinking why the hell would terrorist come here and other thought that the terrorist would come sooner rather then later, they all knew that some terrorist were already setting up shop in the United States. For many in the brotherhood it didn’t matter. If they came, they would be ready and if they didn’t come, oh well. To these men what mattered is that the brotherhood was uniting, and this was the first step in an international brotherhood that they had long hoped.
Rumors for years suggested that outlaw bikers envisioned a united brotherhood of outlaws motorcycle clubs. No more, who is bigger or who is tougher; it would now be about what they had all joined to be a part of, one brotherhood united together to stand up for the weak and keep America safe. That band of brothers that many had been a part of when they were in the service. Many of the old timers were tied of the fighting. Many of the younger guys understood that the biggest difference between them was their names.
The President of the heartland motorcycle club continued, “First, we must protect our children. Between the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs and the other bikers, we cover 95% of the United States. We will need to watch the Elementary, Middle and High Schools in our areas for possible attacks. Watch the malls, colleges and shopping areas; keep our eyes open for any possible attacks. Some of us already provide security for these places. If so, continue and expand to areas that you don’t already patrol. Many of us already provide security for pay and that should not change. When security is already being provided by us or by others, we will not interfere.”
The President of the heartland motorcycle club went on, “I’m not asking anyone to go down and guard the IBM plant. Let IBM do that. Some schools have security. Their security can’t ride by the long line of cars and look to see if someone doesn’t fit in or if someone is driving a car bomb. Security in the mall is a joke and we all know that. We have to make our presence known at times and on other occasions go deep underground. That might mean working for security companies that we don’t control now. It may even involve buying some of these companies. We all know the drill we have all done it before. That’s why we are so suited for this mission.”
“Second, we must keep an eye open for the sell of weapons; include items that make roadside and conventional bombs. We need to watch the traffickers of guns and make sure they are not selling to our enemies. We need to get storeowners to help watch for patterns. A lot of gun store owners and hardware store owners are friends of ours. We also have lots of friends that work in these areas that can help. Get to know the right people. We need to do things that the cops might not get involved in but that we can check out easily. Remember we work outside the law so we can do a lot that the cops can’t do. We need to be careful not to get ourselves in trouble, there is not a lot we can do from jail.” The president of the heartland motorcycle club said.
As I listened, I couldn’t help but be impressed, only a few weeks had gone by and it seemed that a plan was already taking shape. Some might see bikers as backcountry hicks, but if the heard this conversation they would realize that bikers were educated men.
The president of the Texas club broke in. “Get to know the local cops. We do not have to tell them our business but the better they get to know us the more they will trust us. Ask the Mayor of your town to the next charity ride. Ask the city council members. They may come to know us as friends. Hell a lot of them already like us or use us, so keep the relationship fresh. We need their trust. Remember, we are still known as the bad guys, trust will not come easy.”
“Third, we have to do something about the borders; I’m not asking anyone to start turning back people at the boarders and sending them back to Mexico, Central or South America. We are looking for terrorist. Several clubs here have members in Mexico and Canada. We need to engage and enlist them for help. They keep telling us they are going to build a wall. It doesn’t matter. We have one mission, and that is to stop terrorist from gaining access into the United States. That doesn’t mean the some won’t make it through the airports or by sea. For those, we will have to find them one at a time in the holes they live in. Remember we have had friends in those holes for along time.” The president of the heartland motorcycle club said.
“I saw a report that said that at least 12 Arab and Persians cross the Mexico board every month. That’s over a hundred and forty a year. On 9/11 they only needed about 20 terrorist to cause all that havoc and kill over three thousand Americans. We have a big problem here and it will take more then just us to accomplish our task.” The president of the Texas motorcycle club said.
‘Lastly, we need to decide if we are going to interrogate the terrorist, we find or if we are going to turn them into the authorities. We have to remember that the authorities have to act within the law, or should I say they are suppose to act within the law, while we have no such limitations. I do believe we need to find out why the terrorist are here and what their plans are. Therefore, our first priority is the capture of a terrorist. This is one area where a nation wide campaign can help. We can relieve each other on borders patrol; we can spot new people in our communities faster. We can get help from civilians and other none brotherhood clubs. We can do almost anything in our pursuit of terrorist, but law enforcement agencies have their hands tied. Therefore, I see this as our problem. We can make a difference,“ the president of the Northern California motorcycle club said.
“First order of business is how we will get permission when traveling outside our area of responsibility. How will we know, that this is business, which deals with protecting America and not club business? I’ll open up the floor for questioning and suggestions.” The president of the heartland motorcycle club said.
A member from Southern California speaks. “Although, I welcome your help on my boarders how will we decide on what colors to wear and who will decide on protocol for traveling in and out of each others area of responsibility.”
A member from Northern California speaks. “ I suggest that any outlaws travel to another clubs area of responsibility as you call it would wear their Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers colors, which is the color’s of the club they belong. They would announce their arrival via telephone. They would fall under the clubs by-law of the host club until they returned home. In return, the outsider would be allowed safe passage and treated as a brother regardless of past differences.”
Getting over past differences was going to be an obstacle they all knew. One of the past presidents of the Heartland motorcycle club had made a lot of headway in this area along time ago. Many of the members sitting at the table had called him a peacemaker and really respected what he had done. Even, law enforcement had given him credit. A lot of the members were thinking they wished he was here right now. However, they all knew it was time for each of them to step up. I could tell that they really wanted this to work.
The acting chairman speaks. “Is this acceptable to all? Keep in mind that you are asking for help and if you do not trust a motorcycle club then ask a different club for help. I recommend we take a vote. Remember all votes must be unanimous.” This wasn’t easy for anyone after all a bikers territory was theirs a lot of wars had been stated because of territorial disputes. They liked that they would be able to wear their own colors. Someone suggested that a new patch be added to every one jacket. Maybe a Red, White and Blue banner at the back of the vest or perhaps an Eagle patch beside the MC patch on the back of the vest. After all we are talking about uniting for a mission not performing patch overs for any club.
The members voted on the first of what would be many areas. This vote went very quickly and was unanimous. Biker traveling outside their own territories on official Bike Nation business would wear the Brotherhood of 1%ers colors of their own club. They would also wear the Eagle Patch beside the MC patch on the back Vest or front vest if they choice too. No other changes were need. First of all they didn’t need any undue advertisement. Second, they all felt they had worked hard for the rights to wear their own colors to give those colors up. Lastly, they knew if this was going to work, that clubs would have to start working together as one team. There were already many things that united the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers and they would have to deal with the things that did not. After all the Brotherhood of Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs had been around for over 30 years and many by-laws had already been worked out.
Ernie spoke up, “I know Big Chris to well, he’s not going to say anything. Nevertheless, we have to have a way of handling independents and non-brotherhood clubs. Maybe not today or even in the next few months but there will come a time when we will need help for the outside world. Now I’m happy with saying that non-Brotherhood of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club can never wear Brotherhood of 1%er patches. But you know as well as I do that some will want too. A suggestion is that they wear the Eagle patch somewhere on the back of their vest near the same location that ours is located. This will allow them to fill like members but not wear the same patch as the outlaws. Big Chris what do you think.”
Big Chris said, “For me it doesn’t matter, I love to ride but I am an independent and will also remain and independent. If I am needed and it’s legal, I will be there. But I can’t wear colors. Ernie you know I have the deepest respect for you and your brothers. When it come right down to it I will ride into the gates of hell with you. But I have to stay independent.”
Ernie Said, “What if none outlaw’s only wore the eagle patch. This would not mean your wearing any ones colors. As far as that goes it may be the best for everyone to wear just the eagle and the Flag when riding outside their area. This draws less attention and it also lets us know who they are riding for.”
“That I can do,” said Big Chris, “Guys you know I have a lot of respect for you but I don’t want to get drawn into anything that will jeopardize my career. I’m only a year away from retirement. I have a security clearance and I cannot do anything that might take that away. Besides, you don’t need someone doing an investigation on me to start looking into your club. That doesn’t mean I will not help were I can. I have always felt that I belong to something bigger when I ride, I fell I am part of a free culture. The clothing I wear isn’t much different then anyone here. I have always belonged to the brotherhood of bikers and I think that a lot of independent bikers feel that way. Like all of you; we feel that call.”
The meeting broke for a little while and they got a free pitchers and a few bottles of Jack Daniels. They talk about the town of Longmont a little and asked where all the girl were. Someone mentioned the Eagle Grill and all the drama they could find there. A lot of things were decided.
Me and the bartender helped set up drinks for everyone. She poured the beer while I grabbed the bottles. I was afraid that Ernie or Big Chris would asked what I was doing there. Then I remembered and started to wonder why Ernie had asked if I would give a hand bike run that day. Why had Ernie invited me to the meeting I wondered.
IT seems that a lot was decided that day. The country would be divided up into five sections with the five largest motorcycle clubs chairing their prospective areas, the South, the East, the North, and the West. In addition, the Chairman of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers USA would stay with the founders heartland motorcycle clubs and they would watch out for the heartland. This didn’t give anyone rites to areas that they did not control already. For example, California would still be controlled by the two largest clubs in California. Canada which would eventually play a role would still be control by clubs that already had members there and so would Mexico.
They agree that all by-laws would have to be unanimous at all times. The smaller clubs would have a equal voice but would also be required to participate at an equal level. That number would be determined strictly by the amount of members in each club and would only matter when large-scale missions were planned. For the most part everything would stay the same. It was only the focus of the motorcycle clubs that would have to change. A new charter that included the Pledge of Allegiance at it’s core was adapted by the membership.
Rules had been established on joint ventures and all made peace. However, they all had a long way to go before they caught any terrorist. Although the presidents of the Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs had made agreements with other presidents, they all knew they would have to take all the by-laws back to their own clubs and vote on them. Everyone that attended agree that this was a good cause.
They all knew that their clubs would all agree and that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers had step into a new day. They also knew that they could and would make a difference. However, I’m not sure any had the idea of how much they would accomplish and how important they would become to the American people and the world. To think at one point in history these men were considered the enemies of the country and now they are joining not to take over the United States but to become the USA’s protector. 2
Ernie asked me if I could make copies of the minutes of the meeting. I asked the bartender if she had a copier and she told me it was in the office. I asked Ernie how many copies he wanted and he said twenty. Of course I made twenty one and put one in my jacket pocket, I figured I might want it for historical sake one day. As I was walking out to head over to the Eagle Grill Ernie and Big Chris joined me one on each side. Ernie asked me if I had keep a copy for myself. I swallowed hard and told he yes.
“Big Chris told me you were a poet and you were dabbling in writing. This might just be a story for the ages Cowboy.” Ernie said.
Ernie’s words gave me chills and I could see the grins on the faces of Big Chris and Ernie. They stopped me in stride and turned me at the door. As each of the presidents walked out the door, they shook Ernie’s and Big Chris’s hand and then mine. I’ve been scared in my life but never that scared. I was also proud, I had just witnessed history. I could see in the eyes of these men that same pride. Times were a changing and it looked like the United States just found a new protector. I guess the line just became a little greyer, were these the good guys are the bad guys.
As the meeting broke up some went outside to join the other bikers returning from the poker run, some took the long ride back home. Others decided to stay in town for a while and get to know the locals. The regulars at the Eagle Grill that night didn’t even notice that the men walking in were all wearing colors and that the colors were all from different outlaw motorcycle clubs. One club then two, then three walked in and eventually members of all the big six and a few of the other clubs were at the Eagle Grill.
The big Six were given that name by Law enforcement but many of the so called smaller clubs were just as big and in a few cases even bigger then the some of the clubs in the big Six. They just weren’t as famous.
The independent bikers either ran for the hills or sit back quietly and watch what was going on. Several bars in town had been closed recently for selling booze to minors so a large crowd had gathered at the Eagle Grill that night. A few of the waitresses asked the lead bartender if they could call in a few girls for help. Luckily, several of the waitresses hung out at the Eagle Grill and said what the hell we’ll come to work.
The independents didn’t know if a war was starting or what. They knew this was the heartland’s motorcycle clubs territory so they headed for the patio. They figured they could get out quick if it got to rough. However, they were all friends there; they figured they could stop a small fight if needed. Big John the marine was there and he always protected the waitresses.
I took my usual perch and settle in to be a fly on the wall. Don’t get me wrong I talked to everybody and I enjoyed a good life story as much as the next guy. Women passed my way from time to time but I never dated anyone at the Eagle. To the regulars I was Cowboy, the well dressed man sitting on the bar stool watching the night pass by.
The young girls where having a good time flirting with the bikers, the non-bikers were trying to figure out how a fifty year old biker could pick up a twenty-one year old girl without saying anything. They knew a few of these girls and these girls never even looked twice at them. These guys had always though it was their age. Their conversation quickly went to dreams of buying a Harley themselves. What boy or man for that matter hasn’t thought about owning a bike or being a biker? It seemed everyone that night had a brother, uncle, or best friend that road with some club and they were bragging about being connected. To tell the truth even my thoughts about buying a bike was getting stronger. There was this one young lady that liked bikes that turned my head from time to time. But those thoughts quickly went on hold.
Everything was peaceful until this girl, Jenny walked in. When she saw all the new faces, she couldn’t help but flirt. Her boyfriend didn’t get jealous of the local guys he knew how she was around guys with colors. Like Maria she just wanted attention. All these new men wearing colors upset him. He didn’t mind her flirting with Ernie’s crew, but when she started flirting with men from clubs outside of Longmont, he yells at his girl friend, “Is that what you want, you want one of them. If it is, then I’m leaving.” The guy storms out of the bar. A few leaders of the different clubs decided to have a talk. They could tell by the way he was dressed that he was an independent biker and like them they figured he probably had a gun on his bike or in his car or at home.
They asked Ernie since this was his town what was going to happen. That guys not coming back with a gun is he. Ernie ensured him that he wouldn’t. Ernie said that this girl will get tried of flirting in a few hours and go home like always. But then again Jenny, might even make one of you guys a lucky man, it depends on how mad she really is and whether or not her boyfriend gives her a call.”
The locals gave up on picking girls up that night and a few even lost a girl friend. But what do you do when your competitions could kill you. It didn’t matter that they would have never done anything, it only mattered that they looked like they were capable of doing something. A lot of rules still applied, if you jump on one member of the club all the members will come to his rescue. It has to do with disrespecting the clubs colors.
A few small scrimmages started that night between local men, but as soon as one did a few of the outlaw bikers would step in an from a wall. They weren’t interested in fighting but they also didn’t want to get involved in anything either, so the best way to insure that, was to make sure nothing happened. They also didn’t want to cop’s to show up.
The Karaoke was good that night, They Wood sisters, Jessica and Holly sang like nightingales, Hollywood, Not one of the Wood sisters, AKA Marcie, sang a few ballads, and even Big Chris sang a few Elvis songs. All in all it was a typical night at the Eagle Grill.
I was enjoying watching all the fun. And yes it was always a treat for me to hear Jessica Wood sing. She was a favorite of mine. The first time I heard her sing my jaws dropped. She had this soulful voice that accented the words with that extra something.
The cougars, older women had free run of the young men with all the attention being played to the bikers. Even a few of the girls, that were over weight, got lucky. The Patio was full of smokers and the conversation was growing about what was going on in the bar.
I always enjoyed hearing the cougars deigning the fact that they were cougars. But we have to face the facts the cougars loved the young men. Some because the younger the man the younger they felt. Other had bad relationships with men their own age or older. Some were just over come by the attention that the younger men give them. Some of these women were just out to have fun. Whatever the reason I just called them cougars. The cougars had their pick of young men because on that night, the younger girls were all paying attention to the bikers.
Some of the older women hated or let’s say didn’t care for the young men at all. Nevertheless, the young men still tried to pick them up. To be fair some of these women had know their younger man for years and had just fallen in love. What ten years between lovers after all. As a man about the same age as a few of these women I couldn’t see the charm they had to offer. I called a few men friends and I always give props to those young me that show respect to the ladies.
Let’s not forget that a lot of the older men liked the younger girls for some of the same reasons. Moreover, as funny as it sounds there seems to come a time in a young ladies life that she gives up on young men and starts looking at the older guys. Maybe it’s because she get tried of supporting the men her age. Maybe it is the father thing, who knows. But somewhere in their early thirties girls start looking for men that are established and a lot of times that leads them to men ten or even twenty years their senior. Maybe it’s just the conversation is a lot better.
Back on the patio at the Eagle that night the conversation was just getting started.
“Do you know who is in there? I saw Colors from at least nine of the largest motorcycle clubs in the country.” One independent said. “I think they all have 1%er patches on. This looks like a war ready to happen.”
Another customer said. “I see them talking at different tables a few times. They didn’t look mad at each other. I’m pretty sure, I even saw a few toast each other. I only see one out in the parking lot watching the bikes. And he seems to be watching everyone’s bike. I think it’s going to be ok.”
The independent said, “you maybe right, they seem more interested in the girls then anything else, they didn’t seem to get upset when that guy started yelling earlier. This still seems a bit spooky to me.”
Kathy had arrived a little late to the show and she went behind the bar to help out the bartender. It was probably an hour before she realize the different colors that were being worn. She had worked in Sturgis a few years and had seen this before, but she was thinking this was a little bit different. She called Big Chris over to ask him if he knew what was going on. He told her everything was fine and not to worry. Kathy took Big Chris at his word. They had dated for years and still were very close.
Kathy had ridden earlier in the day at the bike run. She had a Harley Soft tail and was an avid rider. Like any other night at the Eagle Grill you just had to roll with the punches. She knew it wasn’t unusual to see forty or fifty bikes parked outside, although it was a bit strange for this late at night. Kathy had worked all over the United States as a waitress or bartender during different bike weeks and even recognized a few of the out of town bikers. She went up to a few tables and was given a big hug, from the bikers at the table. A friendly face in a far away land seem to go along way on this night. Once they found out that Kathy worked at the Eagle Grill they all knew that this would become a regular haunt.
The three sisters Amber, Ashley, and Amanda were all working hard trying to keep up with the business. The singers were singing and the girls were all dancing to the songs the DJ played between singers. The three A’s, also know as three angels, as they were called by many were just ready to go home. It got busy on Thursday nights sometimes but this was ridiculous.
Outside on the Patio things seemed to be settling down. The independents were all telling stories. The biker chicks that had been without a biker for a while were sweeping in to see what was available. The three sisters, Amber, Ashley, and Amanda all had boy friends but they didn’t mind finding a few guys that tipped well.
Someone asked Chas what he thought of time travel. Chas said, “well not a lot. Let just say we invent a time travel machine, we go back to Pearl Harbor, We convince the powers to be to build a mock fleet. That way our aircraft carriers look like they are in the port. Our real fleet hides and waits for the Japanese. We destroy the Japanese fleet. Yea victory, we save the lives of thousands of America. Meanwhile, the United States never rallies around the war effort. Germany finishes taking over Europe and Europe becomes Germany. We are left to fight the Germans. Sure we still may get involved but at what point. Would we still be able to defeat the Germans if we waited a year or maybe two years. Fixing time can be disastrous. So, even if we can do it; I’m not sure we should. Saving several thousand lives may just result in losing millions of lives.”
Amber had recently started dating Big Chris. She had a heart the size of Texas and her only fault, if you could call it a fault, was caring to much about the people in her life. She fit right in with the biker mentality. Family was the most important thing in the world and she had extended her family way beyond traditional boundaries. Several people in her life were going through some very tough times and this wore heavy on her heart. You never quite knew why she was sad but you always knew she would take it hard. The one thing you did know; if you knew Amber, was that whomever Amber was sad for, it wasn’t herself; She knew how to take care of herself.
I had seen tears in her eyes to many times, I often wondered just who she was crying for. She was that special kind of person that through tears lifted a person out of their pit. Sometimes I just wanted to say, it will be ok. I’ve learned in my life that it not always going to be ok. Maybe she was an angel, maybe all three of the three A’s were angels. They certainly had the hearts of angels.
Amanda managed to keep things light hearted and still just wanted to enjoy life. She always seemed to have a smile on her face and everyone loved her. She was always letting one girl or another cry on her shoulder. She was a blond with a great body and you would think that most girls would be jealous of her but she had such a pleasant personality that everyone loved. When I see Amanda with someone I knew that they would walk away feeling better. I also knew that Amanda would be ok. She had that rare talent of giving just the right amount of herself. Amber always gave to much of herself. But you know that’s why everyone loved them both.
Ashley was the youngest and it sometimes seemed the wisest of the three sisters, She never drank, she had been with the same boyfriend for several years and she worked hard and studied in college even harder. Both Amanda and Ashley were going to college. All three where beautiful and I’m sure if they wanted could get any man.
The Eagle Grill had become their home away from home. The sisters had made friends, with most of the regulars and knew people from all over northern Colorado. They had grown up in Longmont and lots of friends from high school and all those they meet while growing up. They knew the parents of all their friends and several generations of families members as well.
Watching the three team up and working together had been a treat for a lot of the regulars and the guys from Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers sure didn’t mind having a pretty women serving them drinks.
Little did I know at the time that they would become a big part of this story. All I knew was that they were the glue at the Eagle Grill. Add in Kathy and a few of the waitresses we’ll meet later and you understand how they were part of the big picture.
The Eagle Grill was broken up in several pieces, First there was the Patio were on a nice evening you would find a crowd and on the cold or wet evenings you would still find a few die hard smokers. You had the bar area were a lot of the regulars would hang out until the youngins got to rowdy. You had the stage area were people could set and watch the band or karaoke singers. There was another area off to the side were you could actually hold a conversation and sometimes they would hold parties. Lastly, there was the pool table area were two or three games were always going on, that area has booths for the different players friends.
The Eagle Grill wasn’t as large as it should be but somehow it still managed to hold all the people. On this night it was standing room only, the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers realized that this would never be a place to hold meetings but that it might be a good place to visit when they were in town. The atmosphere was lively and it seemed to be a nightly stop for every single girl in town. Some would only stay for a drink and others would be gone so fast that you wouldn’t even get a chance to say hi. But on that night they all seem to gravitate to one of the tables where the bikers were sitting. The waitresses from the other bars and restaurants in town also liked to drop by after work for a drank or two.
The clock stuck one thirty and Kathy call last call. Most of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers crew headed for the door. The karaoke DJ played their last song and several of the girls that came for dancing where headed home. It didn’t take long for the bar to start clearing out. Several of the regulars started paying their tabs and Ernie moved up to the bar area with a couple of the presidents.
Most of the conversation was about the Eagle Grill. Ernie was saying that this was a very low keyed type of place. If the guys want real action they would have to go to Boulder or Denver and neither was really that far away. He invited several of the guys back to his club house if they wanted. They paid their tabs and headed for the door. He smiled as he left the Eagle Grill that night and thought, man do I feel sorry for the local men. They don’t know it yet but nights like tonight are going to happen a lot more often.
A few of the other Brotherhood of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club members stopped by to give Kathy a kiss and hug before heading out. They told her they would see her soon. Little did Kathy realized that they meant right back here at the Eagle Grill. She never thought for a moment that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers would start dropping by this little old bar. Had she known what was going to happen in the weeks to come she may have opened a new bar in town.
Kathy had been an owner of a bar for years. She had looked around town and saw a few possibilities. First their was the old 4th and Main bar. It was large and right down town in the middle of everything. The biggest problem was that they wanted to much for rent and the owners weren’t ready to sell yet. The other possibility was the old Silo building right on the edge of town. It was a little bigger then the Eagle Grill but no one could find the owners. Nevertheless, for now it was just a dream of Kathy’s.
The club presidents were all heading home. For now they were refocusing on selling the plan to the perspective clubs. It wasn’t going to be that easy some of the clubs have had bad blood for years. They knew many members would worry about patch over, when one club becomes another, becoming common place. The presidents had to insure their clubs that this was only a mission, a mission of national importance to them all.
For me I just wonder what was going on. I had heard the conversation and even read the minutes from the meeting earlier in the day. I wasn’t sure if I had a role in this new endeavor. I worried about the girls in the bar. Were they really ready to become biker chicks. It’s not the life for everyone. Some girls just seemed to be born as biker chicks. Some of those had their on bikes and really didn’t depend on a man for a nice Sunday drive. Others still went week to week to see who’s bike they would ride on tomorrow.
I knew the call of the road at one time in my life. I remember the wind in my hair and the feel of the motor between my legs. I remember filling like a cowboy on a long ride to know where. I do miss the feel of a woman with her arms wrapped around me. For me, it was a long time ago. The military wouldn’t transfer my bike all over the world. Maybe it was time to crawl back on a bike and join the fight. 3
What a can of worms, that had to be the thoughts of the various presidents of each of the motorcycle clubs. Members wanted to know who was going to take care of the small communities that didn’t have club affiliations. What part of the borders are we going to watch? What about the waterways? Are the none outlaw’s going to pitch in? Can we go to jail for some of the things we are talking about?
Other issues came up with the smaller clubs wondering if the larger clubs would try to take over their territories. Texas which has one of the big six clubs, that chaired the southern region, but didn’t have members in all of the southern states. The Southern States had many of the other big five members. The Texas club decides they would take it one state at a time.
We should start out with our own club. Once we have figured out what we think we can do; we can then find out from other clubs what they think they can do and make a plan, starting with that and then we can fight over in a peaceful way about any differences. We can do this! This is a good cause. We may just have to grow a little through this process.
Therefore, it came to pass that the Texas Motorcycle club agree to patrol the borders of Texas, and New Mexico. Clubs from Louisiana, Mississippi, Georgia, Alabama, Florida and Carolinas would keep and eye on the waterways. This included chapters of several of the other big Six Clubs. When possible the other southern Clubs would help where possible in Texas. All clubs would pitch in whenever possible. Friends of outlaw motorcycle clubs, independent bikers, could help if they wanted but would fall under the local chapters. The Texas Club currently had members in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Arkansas, New Mexico, Colorado, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Washington State, Oklahoma, Nebraska, and several other states. They also had international chapters in Adelaide, Ballarat, Brisbane City, Cairns, Sydney Downtown, Geelong, Gold Coast, Hunter Valley, Ipswich City, Mid North Coast, Mid State, Northside, Noosa, North Victoria, Sunshine Coast, Sydney, and Toowoomba, in Australia. In recent years the club has also expanded heavily into Germany, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Belgium, Italy, Luxembourg, France and the Channel Isles of Great Britain. Additionally, They were looking into setting up shop in Russia and Eastern Europe and also in the tiny island nation of Singapore, as well as Malaysia and Thailand. With over 2500 members they were one of the largest motorcycle clubs in the world. And that membership doesn’t include associate members know as support clubs or prospects.
Somehow I always seem to find out what was going on. Sometimes I just overheard conversations and other times somebody would just sit down and tell me. More then once a the minutes of meeting were handed to me.
The Western Clubs would watch Arizona and California Borders as well as the Oregon and Idaho Canadian Borders. The northern California club would watch the Canadian Side of the border. They would also keep a watchful eye on the Pacific coast. A lot of bad blood had been spilt in California. But the two largest clubs in California agree that this was above even that. One of the larger Clubs in California had members in every state in the U.S.A, and also Canada, Brazil, Argentina, Australia, South Africa, New Zealand, Spain, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, Italy, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, England/Wales, Finland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Greece, Russia, Bohemia, Portugal, Chile, Croatia, Luxembourg & Northern Ireland, and Hungary. That one club was reported to have as many as 3000 members worldwide and that didn’t include associate and friends of the clubs or the ladies that were part of the organization. Another Club in California had over 1000 members and chapters in Nevada, Oklahoma, Colorado, Arizona, Montana, Oregon, New York, Indiana, Florida, Virginia, Canada, and Mexico and several overseas chapters. Wars between rival clubs would have to be put aside. Everyone understood that this was a real enemy. The clubs also agree that current outside affiliations, non outlaw clubs, should be used but that those ties had to remain internal to the clubs that held the ties.
When outside help, from non-Brotherhood of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club affiliates, is needed, those clubs the held ties would do all the business with those outside personnel. A good example is when ties to Mexico where called for, then the clubs that held those ties would work with there Mexico counterparts and then and only then pass on the information. Clubs that did not have ties to Mexico would stand aside until that club was ready to pass down information. Several clubs knew members of local non-biker gangs, if information from those gangs was needed then that club would handle the information gathering.
The Heartland motorcycle club which was also a big six and the other Mid America Clubs would watch the Montana, and North Dakota borders. They would also keep an eye open in the heartland. The founding heartland outlaw motorcycle club above all knew that this did not give them carte blanche to take over territories or businesses that they did not already control. The Heartland motorcyle club saw their role as organizer and helpers, not controls or bosses. They knew that this was going to be something very hard to hold together. They would hold two meeting when needed one to discuss their motorcycle clubs business and one to discuss the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business. If a situation ever came up that fit into both catagories they would first discuss it in their motorcycle clubs meeting and make the discision on which piece should be moved to the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers table.
A lot of things crossed lines, for example charity runs were done to help the charities they represented, but they could always use those runs to scout out possible terrorist locations. Club meet and greets were held on a regular basis but again could take place at a time that would disguise searches for terrorist activities.
Like a military organization most clubs had national or world wide presidents, regional presidents, State chapter presidents and local chapter presidents. They had V. P’s, Trusurary, and a Sargent at Arms. In the military this would break down to Divisions, Batallions, Brigades, and Squadrons, Platoons or something along those lines. Back in the Mid 90’s the national president of the largest Heartland motorcycle clubs had helped form the COLORADO CONFEDERATION OF CLUBS that has over 45 different clubs that belong to the organization. They realized the difficulties in joining together such a large group of bikers all with different interest. That club was used to deal with legal issues with motorcycle riders that effected all the clubs and serves as a joint voice for all Colorado Bikers. The club included several outlaw clubs and three of the big six. That club had grown nationally and almost all of the outlaw clubs were now a member. The President of the largest Heartland motorcycle clubs knew that this organization might play a bigger role in this war then had previously been discussed. He had help organize and build the club, the Colorado president of the Texas motorcycle club was the president and that had worked out well. They had dealt with most of the problems that they would face in the past and he felt strongly that he could organize the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers in the heartland very quickly. He was use to having meeting every 45 days or so. He knew he could pull different clubs together at these meeting and handle business then. Many members in Colorado belonged to the Patroit Guard and have already ridden for the families of fallen soldiers. This new mission was an honor that they couldn’t pass up.
The northern clubs would watch from Minnesota, even though the large Heartland motorcycle clubs had members in Minnesota, Pennsylvania, and Michigan. They would watch the Great Lakes area both on land and sea. They knew that this part of the country was very open to people just walking or sailing across borders. This was the least watch of all the borders. The United States had not even considered starting building a fence across the Canadian border. With the help of the Northern California Club who would watch from the Canadian side of the border they felt that they could built and invisible fence that would work much better then any man made fence. In the past, this seemed to be the entry point of choice. The border patrol was watching the legal entry points but were spread very thin all across the North border. The Northern big six member was one of the oldest clubs in America they had started back in the 1930’s and had expanded world wide. They had clubs all over northern United States and had expanded into Florida and several other states over the years.
The Eastern Clubs would watch the East Coast all the way down to North Carolina and the larger California Club would watch the New England States and the big six northern club would watch Florida. They would watch the ports, and keep a watchful eye over the airways. The Custom agency had improved after 9/11 but they could still keep an eye on the 1000’s of smaller airports.
They also had connections with the docks and just like the United States had done in War World II they called on connection with the Mifia to help because they had many of the dock workers. If larger clubs had nation wide membership and had smaller club chapters in other location they would pitch in where needed. Business outside of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers would go on as usual with no changes. Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business would remain as joint as possible. An agreement was made that no non-Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business would take place when Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business was in full swing.
It seemed complicated at the time but everyone would slowly come to grips with the solutions and a unity started to grow between clubs. All the clubs seem to realized that this was all much bigger then them. Partnerships grew much faster than conflicts and peace was at hand everywhere. Blessed are the peacemakers for they will inherit the earth. However, this wasn’t about inheriting anything this was about cooperation.
One of the easiest way to hide Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business was the bike runs. It was easy for several clubs to just all meet together in Podunk, USA for a fundraiser and at the same time look at places that they would not usually travel. The old, all roads lead to here idea. If clubs took, ten or twenty different roads to the same place they could check out the land scrape as they traveled. They could look at who was on the road in rural America and no one, not even the cops, would suspect anything. Well at least that was the plan.
The first run in’s with the law came in small town USA. Several bikers were checking out rural America when a few small town police officers decided to harass the bikers. The confrontation started out poorly but finished on a good note. When the bikers were asked what the hell they were doing, they simply replied looking for terrorist, no, we’re on a bike run raise money for charity. The cops sort of got a funny look on their face and said, “Really what the hell are you doing here.” They replied again, “We are raising money for a charity, and enjoying the free highway. We won’t cause any trouble, we come in peace.” The cops still with a funny look on their face just smiled and laughed. “Well boys I haven’t seen any terrorist, but if I do I’ll be sure to call you. Enjoy your beers.” When they got back to the clubhouse, they decide to share the story with the others.
Truth be told the police weren’t very excited about bikers trying to do their job. Looking for terrorist was after all their job. The bikers, to them were after all criminals. This wasn’t true in every town; bikers had done a lot of work with different charities and in many towns had become well liked, and even admired. However, for towns that had few run in's with bikers good or bad, let's just say the bikers reputation preceded them. However, that didn’t slow the motorcycle clubs down. They had a mission and that mission was to help keep America safe. They hoped with time that relationships would change and attitudes not only with local law enforcement but also with the people of America would change. There is a lot that they could do that law enforcement couldn’t do.
I took awhile for me to understand that this was really happening. I went ahead and started a book. I had one that was more of a documentary and one that was a fiction. I got that idea from what Chas had said last week. He said that sci-fi writers were preparing us for our future. Maybe America would take the news that the outlaw bikers had banded together better in a fictional novel. I’m not sure they will understand the need for bikers doing the job of what they think is set aside for the military.
Longmont started sponsoring a monthly bike run through the mountains and over the prairies. Classics seemed to sponsor many of these events. The owner’s of Classics, although they themselves were avid bikers, didn’t even know that Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers existed, even though the first nationwide meeting was held at Classics. To them they were holding charity runs, and the people of Longmont and other charities were the benefactors.
Classics had become one of the main meeting places of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers. And the bar was doing a good job of mixing local independent bikers, local civilians, and the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs together. The women of Longmont sure were happy. Biker chicks were coming out in droves. The few civilian men that went to Classics were buying bikes. They figured if you can’t beat them join them. The young girls especially were getting into the bikers.
Rock and Roll was still being played every Friday night and sometimes on Saturday. Classics open up the patio and closed one of the entry doors, to allow for a bigger patio. Some talk was going around that they might try to get a bigger bar one that was not on Main Street. The cops seemed to love to hang around Main Street and pass out DWI’s. A lot of the local riders where starting to hang out around Classics. The Fall/winter always seemed to have better business but this fall seemed a lot busier then last.
I had found when I first arrived in Longmont that a lot of people took of for the summer weekends. Weather it was the campers going to the parks up in the mountains or the bikers hit the road for a long ride. Either way the bars were empty and the people were gone all summer long.
The locals really didn’t notice that members from several clubs were hanging around. To the regular crowd they were just happy to see business pick up. The biker chicks seemed to be coming by a lot more and because of that more and more men were sticking around. The new influx of riders seemed to help with a new influx of women.
Despite all the going on’s at Classics it stayed a very peaceful bar with very little drama. For drama, you still had to drop by the Eagle Grill. A few of the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs would still show up there. And a lot of the local bikers were still hanging out there and the cougars were still flirting with the young men. Kathy was still the bartender on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Big Chris was still catching all the girls eyes and Maria was still strutting her stuff.
Jenny had started just one to many fights at the Eagle Grill and she had been ask nicely to take her business elsewhere. There was always another girl to take her place, so in the long run it was just a wash for the Eagle Grill. On this night, it would be Eve.
After every bike run, things would always be interesting. The crowd would always be to capacity. Half the people there were already drunk before they got to the Eagle Grill. There was this young girl named Eve, she had a nice little hard body and like Maria wanted everyone to notice her. She had been bragging about her new pair. And men were taking notice of how well they kept her blouse up. The big difference was Eve would take you out to the parking lot or to your house if you were close by and let you have you way with her. Well OK, she would have her way with you. She didn’t like every guy she meet or man for that matter but Eve did love it when you spent money on her. She had crawled up on the bar one night and was asking men and women to do shots from her belly button when Kathy had to put a stop to that.
There were a few other girls, in the bar, that had no problem taking a man home. Some were cougars and others were young girls. I found it funny that lot’s of the women in there late 30’s like the older men, those fifty plus. I guess the line do you want to take a ride on my bike, works pretty well because the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs were giving out a lot of rides that night. Women say they like nice guys, but you’ve got to wonder. Nice guys didn’t stand a chance when the Brotherhood was around.
I had over heard a girl one night explain this way. For now I’m going to have as much fun as I can. I’ll find me a nice guy and settle down later. At another table one of the cougars was saying this guy she went out with last week was wanting her to teach him about sex, she said if he didn’t know how to make love, she sure as hell wasn’t going to teach him.
One of the regulars at the Eagle, I’ll call him Bob said, “Now wait a minute the kid is right. All women have a different way that they like to make love. To one lady a brush of the cheek may make them a little wet, while another lady needs a long passionate kiss, and yet another needs to be touched all over till her skin is tingling, One lady may like to be licked side to side and another up and down. The point is that all women have a different thing that turns them on and while doing everything may work for some women some women just don’t like certain things. I know women that will swoon at the first touch of their ear lobes and other women that hate their ears to be touched. Some like to be to be touched gently while others think that it tickles and they hate being tickled. The point is that if a women don’t tell a man what she likes; she is doomed to having bad sex over and over again. Come on ladies you know it’s true.”
A few of the women were saying bull shit to his words but they all knew he was right. One said, never thought of it that way. “I guess a few yes’s and no’s wouldn’t hurt, but I’m not going to teach a guy all the simple pleasures, if they try something and I don’t like it then I’ll gladly say that’s not working and if it is working then I’ll let the know, but a man needs to have moves at least. I’m not teaching the shit.”
I could see that this was going to be a vibrant conversation. The ladies were teasing Bob and his face was a little red. The women were having fun but Bob could take it.
Bob said, “You each have those certain things that you really enjoy and those little things are what brings you the most pleasure. If a man doesn’t have the right touch, stroke or kissing style it is going to be a turn off. Girls if you want a lover you can brag about or at least one that makes you dream at night, you’re going to have to let them know what you like. Let face it men don’t require to much to get off but a women on the other hand needs just the right touch. If you ask ten women that I’ve been out with if I was a good lover you might get a mixed responds some would say yes and others no. It’s not because I did anything wrong it because some women helped me and others just let me fumble around in the dark. With just a little help, I could have made them all very happy. Don’t forget that your taste change with time, what turns you on today may not work latter on in life. Why do you think there are so many divorces? Why do you think the term we need to spice up our love life is so common? ”
“All men think they are great lovers. Most of the men I’ve been with couldn’t tell the difference between a G spot and a belly button. Most men think if they got off, the girl got off too. I know what you’re saying” said the lady “that doesn’t mean I want to teach a guy how to be a lover. A man has to have his own moves; hell let him teach me a few new tricks.”
Bob replied “you have a choice of being with the man that your are attracted to and teaching him how to make you happy or screwing every guy in town till you find the guy that already knows what makes you tick, good luck on the later and let me know if I ever make the list.” Bob couldn’t help but laugh, one of the ladies hit in his arm.
He just may have made a few lists that night. After all, he had identified the problem the women were having and they realized he might, just have a tool kit of techniques that they hadn’t tried. Bob wasn’t what the cougars usually went for but on this night; at least a few of them were thinking that maybe, just maybe, they would give him a try sometimes.
I set back and laughed, Bob made a few friends and a few enemies. From my experience, women are always right, I prefer to just let them vent and stay out of the way. I may have agreed with him but as I said, I was just a bar fly. I knew that conversations like this happen all over the world at local pubs and bars. The women ignored the men and the men ignored the women. Why do you think the same conversations were still happening, that happened when I was a young man. I liked listening, the one thing I knew for sure, was that, I didn’t know everything. Remember it was me that called this a sleepy little town.
One of the ladies spoke up after a short pause, “You know some of us have thought about you from time to time, and I know it frustrating you that we go after those young guys when there is a perfectly good man our own age to date. You’re a nice looking man and you have that manly thing going for you, that rugged exterior, you’re a gentleman and you seem like you would be a good provider. I think some of us are afraid that you might just be mister right and we’re still getting over Mr. Wrong. Or maybe, you’re just like the Mr. Wrong we just left. If you turn us down it might just hurt our feeling while a young buck is just another fish in this big pool.”
Bob laughed. “So where does that leave a guy like me. I’m not going to wait for you women forever. Sooner or latter I’m going to take up with one of these younger girls and make her the love of my life, you’re going to turn around one day and find all the guys like me taken, by one of those beautiful young ladies in there and realized you missed the love boat.”
“Sounds good but there will always be a good guy out there some where for us when we need him most,” said on of the cougars. “I’m having way to much fun right now getting my ego stroked. I’m not ready to settle down again. Give me another couple of years.”
Not to far away one of the younger ladies was talking to another man in his forties. She was telling him that she was getting tried of all these young guys. “Sure, they were cute and nice to be with but they were so immature. I need a man that I can talk to and discuss things with, I don’t really care how old they are. I’m not looking for marriage; I just want a long lastly relationship with a man that won’t cheat on me, and one that is intelligent. A good lover wouldn’t hurt. I’ve known you for a long time and you’re a good man. I could see us together all cozzied up by a fireplace enjoying the night.”
The man wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. After all she was twenty years his junior. She was pretty and he was alone. It had been months since he had been with a woman. He knew she wanted something that would last. His head was spinning in fast motion. Ok, let’s look at the situation. She is beautiful, sexy, smart, and would look damn good by his side. He knew from previous conversations that they had many things in common. She liked some of the same music he did and he like some of hers. She was going to college and he knew he could open her mind to new things. She wasn’t set in her ways like a lot of the more mature women. This could work.
However, she was so younger, hell his daughter wasn’t much younger then her. What to do? What to do? He really did like her and considered her his friend. The last thing he wanted to do was break her heart or worse, have her find out that he wasn’t everything that she thought she wanted. What an ego buster that would be.
I have found that girls in their late twenties and thirties had just started realizing that there was more to life then partying. They long for a conversation that didn’t end with could you spread your legs a little farther. They wanted to talk about life, a future; they wanted to talk about their political view their religious beliefs. They wanted to go on dates that weren’t in bars. They had gotten to a point that they would never meet a man their age that cared about anything but where his next piece of ass was coming from.
Older men in their thirties, forties and even early fifties seemed to know a lot more about life. Many had fought in a war. Many had lost loved ones, they knew the feeling of loss in their life. Some had been divorced and had spent 20 years with one woman. 20 years isn’t so bad they thought. It’s better then a month or a year with the guys their age.
For me it was always the math. She’s say thirty now, I’m fifty, When I’m seventy, she is going to be one of the beautiful young cougars sitting over there giving Bob a hard time. I like the possibility of doing new things and spending time with someone that would appreciate the finer things in life. A good play, the moonlit nights, and old fashion love song being heard for the very first time. I would enjoy sharing life with someone that is ready for something more. When I date, I would normally go to a nice restaurant, a concert in the park, maybe a night of dancing or a good play. I didn’t come to bars to pick women up, although I wouldn’t turn something down if it passed my way. I guess that’s why a motorcycle has such a call for me. I wanted to be like Big Chris and Ernie. I wanted to be on the open road and feel like I had no place to go and plenty of time to get there.
Big John was watching out for the girls that night. He was a t-totaler and really did enjoy stopping fights. The Waitesses like Amber, Amanda, Ashley and Holly like having him around. They weren’t the biggest girls and knowing that all they had to do is yell Big John and he would come running relaxed them a little. Big John wasn’t the only guy that would come to their rescue but they always seemed a little safer when Big John was around.
Big Chris and Amber had left a little early on this night. Amber was still a little uncomfortable seeing Big Chris around Kathy. She knew it was over but she knew that Big Chris and Kathy had a history and that it would be along time before she would have a history to fall back on. She knew Big Chris loved everyone, she also knew that Kathy would always hold a special place in Big Chris’s heart. She knew that their kids knew each other and that they had all been one happy family. This was a lot for a girl to take in. Amber knew that she just had to wait, take a lot of deep breaths and all would be good.
I knew Amber was the patient type, knowing her she was probably more worried Big Chris getting hurt, then herself. Like I said a heart of gold always thinking about others. She was always putting other peoples feeling first. She knew all in all she would be all right. Some women are just strong that way.
Amanda was still consoling the broken hearted and she had several girls come to her that night. She probably thought to herself that those psychology lessons she was taking in college were sure paying off. Nevertheless, you would think that after awhile the I’m so brokenhearted stories that everyone was telling her would just start pissing her off. Not Amanda she listen liked very few did and like most couldn’t. She had a big heart and she truly cared just like her sister Amber. She was able, like few could, to separate and let go of things. Amber would cry with you and she would take everything to heart. It got to Amber when a friend was hurting. It got to Amanda too, but Amanda knew that it would be a different story tomorrow night. A lot of people said that she was perfect for psychology.
I could see something special in Amber and Amanda, I didn’t realize just how special they were at the time. All the waitresses had become my extended family, I enjoyed catching up with them each week when I came in. I knew I wasn’t the only one they treated as special, but I sure liked the time I got.
Some of the conversation on the patio that night turned to the good old days, the older guys were talking about when they were kids and how they would leave the house in the morning and not come home till night fall. “We were like eight, or nine years old and we would play outside all summer. We didn’t have pools we would go down to the local fishing pond and swim and fish. We didn’t have no fancy rod and reel we fished with cane pools and tree limbs. I remember this guy that had a line hanging off three different branches of a tree limb he was using. He caught two fish at once and they were going in different directions. Just when he was about to get both fish to shore by backing up further and further on the shore, another fish hit the line. He pulled in all three fish at the same time,” Bill, another of the regulars exclaimed.
Bob said “I was hearing my friend tell that story a few years ago and it was five fish. Now we just hang around this here bar and chase women and tell stores. What is this world coming too?”
“Parents today need GPS trackers they sew into the kids cloths to keep track of their children, what’s next GPS inputs in the kids skin. In my day, they would just send the dog to find us. Let me see, a family only had one Television and it was black and white, no computers, the only hand held games we had, had real tiny little bb’s. We did our homework by hand and had to go to the library to do research. Kids just don’t know how lucky they are. The can find research right on line. They have 200 channels to watch on TV. If they don’t like what’s on the TV; they can get on line to call their friends. Their friends could live in another country for all they care,” Bill said.
Chas was asked to tell one of his fantastical stories, someone commented “what kind of lies are you going to tell tonight Chas.” With a laugh of course.
“Would you all agree the Justice is supposed to be blind. As Americans, we are all born with rights such as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Then why is it that the closer we all come to being happy the more likely it is that we are breaking laws. Some say love is the only pure thing. I ask you then why love is so complicated and very confusing,” Chas said.
“We accepted the fact the god created man or that man came from the big bang but we refuse to accept that aliens have visited earth. We prefer to think that a bunch of microbes got together and a million or so years later here we are. We can’t accept that beings from another world gave us a little push. Even the Bible talks about it but we still can see it.” Chas went on.
If you think my stories are true or half truths or even lies it doesn’t matter. Watch the history channel and you find that they too tell similar stories. If you believe that the fantasy world of elves and dragons are fictional answer me why the same stories were being told all over the world at the same time. Sure today it is easily explained by computers and communications, but when this stories were written those things didn’t excess.” Chas continued.
You tell me, how people like H. G. Wells was able to tell us so accurately what the future would look like. Sure, it was science fiction then but it is fact now. Who can say that aliens are not telling us in our dreams stories of our own future? They say that the best ideas come to us in our sleep. How do we know that the science fiction writer are not aliens from another world or that fantasy writers aren’t just telling us stories, that actually happen on another world. Maybe the aliens are preparing us for our future. You have to wonder what magical things are out there just waiting to be discovered. I for one would rather have the ability to keep an open mind.” Chas stated strongly as he looked around the room to make sure people were still paying attention.
“Why is our past littered with crazy stories? There hasn’t been a generation that has gone by that hasn’t had stories of flying creators. Witches and Wizards have been around almost since the dawn of time. Weather the powers that have created these stories are real, has really not been finalized. Sure there has been arguments and some of them pretty good that aliens have never visited earth. I believe that there is more evidence that aliens have visited earth. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of them weren’t here in the Eagle Grill tonight.” Chas concluded.
“Yah, Chas you’re an alien,” Bob said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Chas said. “I believe that everyone here tonight has meet at least one alien in their life, and the may not have even known it. I also know that everyone here tonight will see the return of alien creatures in this lifetime. We are not talking about one hundred years from now but soon, within the next ten years. Many of you,” he said as he looked at a table with bikers at it. “will call them friends and even brothers.” Chas walked away.
Most people just had this dumb look on their face; they would ignore Chas. Even the people that usually liked his stories thought he was going way out on a limb this time. “What the hell is he talking about,” Bill said. Truth be told I even thought he had lost his mind. A good story is fun, but that was just crazy talk.
Ernie and one of the other club presidents over heard what was being talked about. The GPS tracker gave them and idea. Several members of the different clubs sold ammunition and guns, legally of course. If they suspected that, someone might be buying weapons for terrorist they could put a GPS tracker chip in the box and they might be able to follow the ammunition back to a cell. Now this was something the cops couldn’t get away with, without a ton of paperwork.
Ernie didn’t like talking about the past. He did have fond memories as a child, but when he thought of the past he thought of his brothers time in Vietnam and the aftermath of his returning home. He remembered the protest and the hippy movement. He remembered how he felt like a heal for fighting for the greatest country in the world. He had studied history and he knew that the freedoms that we had today were far greater then in any other country in the history of the world. The left, to him was the people that spit on him when he was a young man returning home, the same one’s that called his brothers baby killer.
One of the reasons he had joined this heartland motorcycle clubs was because he found the brotherhood so strong. He was willing as a young man to go to a foreign land and fight for others. That was why the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers appealed to him so fast. He knew the men he rode with felt the same. Men like Big Chris, who had served in the Air Force, as a Forward Air Controller. Big Chris had missed Vietnam, Big Chris had seen action in a foreign land and Big Chris had served his country proudly. Ernie knew that the newest members of his heartland motorcycle club and even the other motorcycle clubs were the same guys that were returning home today from Afghanistan and Iraq. The new members would be men that would soon miss their time that they had served.
Other conversation between Brotherhood of Outlaw Clubs was about the Posse Comitatus Act itself. Some were saying that the Posse Comitatus Act was no longer active. Others said that it wasn’t being used anymore. One got it right. “Posse Comitatus is still active; it has been watered down a little bit. For example, the president can just declare a national emergency and then they can use national force to do patrols and such. However, without the national emergency being declared American forces can’t do the things that we can do. You’re never going to find American soldiers guarding schools, malls or local activities. The Police are under manned. That leaves us,” the biker said.
Some of the guys were getting restless and were hitting the road, others were putting on the finishing touches with the local girls. Kathy was making her last call. Kathy was wishing she was wearing her skates that night. The crowd had dwindled down to 20 or so people and Ernie with a few of the local club chapter were getting ready to call it a night. Kathy said “if you can hang around in the back room for a while she could get everyone out and the could stay a little while. Ernie said let me and the guys pull our bikes around back. Kathy announced that it was time to drink them up and head for the doors. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers headed for the doors too. They knew the back door would be open for them.
That night the club presidents set down and stated working on the plan. A few people laughed but it included everything from terrorist attacks, a world ending event to alien invasions. Better to be prepared for anything. Kathy keep serving them until she was ready to leave at around four am. She wasn’t involved in any of the discussion she and Holly one of the other waitresses was just doing the nightly clean up.
One of the club presidents asked Ernie if this was a hang out of his club and he told them no. But I try to keep friends everywhere and Kathy is a fellow rider. He said don’t laugh but did you know that Kathy was a grandma. Ya, she has 6 kids and a few grand children. Hard to believe a beautiful women like that is a grandma.
She really is a Roller Derby Queen, I have seen her skate a few times and she not a lady you want to get on the wrong side of. I saw her break a girls arm one night on the track. She can get down with the youngest of them. At 5’11” it was easy to see that Kathy wasn’t a petite little girl she was a full grown women. She had a very curvaceous body and turned most men’s head. She had the cuties dimples and the sweetest smile. Kathy was a catch and even the tough guys knew they were looking at a goddess. On most nights Kathy would walk away from the bar with a few roses. She had a lot of admirers.
Kathy finally, finished the clean up and ask them if they were ready to leave. A couple of the club presidents, recognized her from a few bike rallies they had been too. Hey, did you every work in Sturgis or Dayton Beach, one ask her. Yeah I work at as many rallies as I can. The tips are usually better and I like the company. They dropped a hundred dollars on the counter and told her thank you for her hospitality. As they each walked by you could see the tip was getting bigger and bigger. Kathy was a smart lady.
The girls all joined back up with the bikers and a few new girls had shown up. Several of the other waitress from around town had snuck in just after last call. One of the bikers invited all the girls back to his house for an after party after party. Some of the girls went. Kathy went home with her puppy, Gizmo, who was waiting in her truck. 4
5
The first big change started when the news reported that Al-Qaeda had published how to books on how to attack schools and malls within the United States. They gave directions on their web sites on how to build bombs and vest. They started heavier recruitment of American Muslims. The news was quite bleak for normal Americans but the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers was not affected.
America had an awakening after 9/11. A lot of people still read the news paper. But that all changed on that sad day. For me, I can’t wake up without turning on the news to see if anything happen. I keep the news events on my laptop when I’m away from my computer. I want to know what’s going on in the world and I want to know right now.
The bikers knew this too. They knew what they needed to do. Down south near the Mexican border, patrols were beefed up and intelligence was increased. One advantage the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers had was they, were able to talk to people on both sides of the border. In addition, people who might not be so respectable to talking to the cops were more willing to talk to the bikers. The northern borders did the same. The word went out, be on the look out for Arab looking people and non Hispanics trying to cross the border, be on the look out for the same people trying to buy arms or material to make bombs. This was done in Canada, the United States and Mexico.
I was waiting to hear that they were beefing up patrols inside the borders of the United States. I knew this campaign of getting recruits was aimed at Muslims already living in the United States. Young Muslims, whom may have felt that the Americans hated them. I also knew that The Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers knew this.
Longmont was getting frequent visits from every club. The Eagle Grill and Classics were both becoming quite the hangouts. Every night one motorcycle club or another was stopping by. Information was being passed down and fun was had by all. The reputation of a quite local hangout for the local people was still safe. Everyone mingled with everyone. The local guys enjoyed the new influx of ladies, their always seemed to be enough to go around.
Most of the time clubs didn’t wear their colors to the bar, except for a few exceptions, like the heartland outlaw club that claimed Longmont, after all this was their town. Ernie might not come out and say this to anyone but everyone seemed to understand. Most of the other clubs found themselves welcome in almost all of the local bars. They always remember that they were just passing through. The Longmont chapter of the local heartland outlaw motorcycle club was known by every motorcycle club and it was also known, that they could be trusted. Ernie had been the one that pushed this from the very start and that somehow gave him an honorary place in this new big world of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers .
You might find it difficult to believe that a bunch of bikers are able to find out information that the United States Government couldn’t find out. Remember, Motorcycle Clubs have members on both sides of the border. Second, they have friends as Garth Brooks might say, in low places. They can go back and forth across the border almost at will. Many bikers have family and friends on both sides of the Border. Just ask the National Alliance of Gang Investigators they Say,
“Clearly, today's motorcycle gangs are little like those in the early years. Realizing that they need to be more covert about their criminal activities to survive, these gangs have become sophisticated criminal enterprises over the last 50 years, refining their criminal skills by associating with and learning from traditional crime families and other criminal groups and gangs. Motorcycle gangs have learned to manipulate the criminal justice system with courtroom maneuvers, such as filing numerous discovery motions. These motions have nothing to do with the specific case, but are intended to gather information, such as the names of informants and law enforcement investigative techniques. The discovery process gives gangs the information they need in order to intimidate witnesses through "private investigators," who will report the witnesses' addresses to the gang.
Another way today's motorcycle gangs attempt to manipulate the criminal justice system is through bribery. Documented evidence shows that gangs will use money, drugs or sexual favors to develop intelligence files on rival gangs, as well as on the police. This corruption has even been known to include the occasional police officer.
Better dressed and better educated, many of today's biker gang members and associates are earning college-level degrees in computer science, finance, business, criminal justice, and law. These curricula improve the gang's expertise in highly profitable criminal enterprises. Education has allowed gang associates to entrench themselves in government positions (including the military) and other legitimate professions. These legitimate jobs give gang associates access to technology, weapons and other informational banks where security records, motor vehicle files, personal data and police reports are maintained. Furthermore, like traditional organized crime groups, biker gangs have made a concentrated effort to invest their illegal gains into legitimate businesses. The result is that biker gangs in the '90s have more power and wealth than most people realize. Armed with an education, organizational wealth and criminal savvy, gangs can more easily chisel out a larger slice of the criminal pie.
Of course, none of this means that motorcycle gangs have abandoned violence as the most efficient method of furthering their criminal enterprises. Similar to traditional organized crime syndicates, motorcycle gangs continue to protect their drug distribution networks through whatever means necessary--including murders, rapes, arsons, assaults, intimidation and torturous interrogations. Because of their desire to deal with issues swiftly and violently, motorcycle gangs must be considered equal to their counterparts in organized crime families and the South American drug cartels. Indeed, they have proven themselves capable of beating organized crime families at their own game.
Biker gangs have re-established themselves during the past decade. And because law enforcement efforts have been channeled in other directions, such as narcotic or street gangs, the biker gang threat is growing. Finding they could not afford the manpower to work both biker and street gangs, police administrators in many departments have been forced to make painful choices. Although there is no comparison between the violence levels of motorcycle and street gangs, street gangs have gained attention because they are involved in well-publicized violent crimes. This publicity has prompted communities to demand political solutions; politicians have responded by making street gangs the target of violent crime task forces.
Since street gang enforcement typically yields high arrest ratios with less effort, the natural inclination is to use scarce resources in this fashion, further eroding the officers' availability to conduct the long-term covert operation investigations needed for organized motorcycle gangs. In the meantime, biker gang sophistication continues to escalate with the use of modern business technologies: computers keep club records, fax machines bring out-of-country chapters closer together, cellular telephones and pagers make communications easier for gang members to conduct business, and even Internet websites are common among motorcycle gangs in the '90s.
Some gang members and associates operate spy shops, and make good use of surveillance equipment, including electronic bugging and countermeasures equipment. Some of the bigger and more powerful gangs have the financial backing to obtain the most sophisticated weapons and equipment, while police department budgets continue to shrink--making it extremely difficult for law enforcement to keep pace. For example, some gangs now use private investigators to polygraph suspected informants, while other gangs have bought and operate voice stress analyzers to test potential members.
Gangs often use "smoke screens" in their attempt to deceive the public. They want people to believe that while they may look bad on the outside, they have hearts of gold. Some of their "philanthropic" gestures have included raising funds for the Statue of Liberty restoration, carrying the Olympic torch, conducting benefits for disabled children, organizing blood drives, and involving themselves in other kinds of charity events. This has been somewhat successful, as some people still consider bikers as fashionable rebels in leather attire. It is an image that is promoted when movies, the fashion industry, TV commercials, actors, athletes and politicians embrace the "bad boy" image and lifestyle.
And gang trends have blended into the "RUBs"--rich, urban bikers. Larger gangs recognize this and use it to their advantage. They insulate their operations not only with puppet clubs (smaller gangs), but also with other associates who believe motorcycle gangs are nothing more than fun-loving bike riders. The gangs' own mottos, however, offer insight as to how they should be viewed:”
This is how law enforcement views the outlaw motorcycle clubs. Although some of this is true it is certainly not the heart of the motorcycle club. No one is saying that they are involved in criminal activity, their are those that believe what law enforcement is saying. It is clear that many law enforcement agencies believe they’re criminals. Most members of Motorcycle Clubs are honest hard working Americans. They own Bars, Night Clubs, Motorcycle Shops, Strip Clubs and Gun Shops. Some are bail Bonds men, other provide security for concerts and major events. You can find them in most walks of life. Many now have college degrees and work in their chosen field. However, like the mob of days gone by they have legalized their business interest.
I think every Motorcycle Club in America was at one time infiltrated by the FBI or other law Enforcement agencies and they cleaned up their act a lot in the last decade. Are they all perfect clean cut Americans? Well, I think that is clear. If you looked around a company like say IBM. You would find lawlessness. In addition, depending on the company, you might find it at very high levels.
Motorcycle Clubs and especially the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs do not have the best relationship with the law, deserved or not. However, that would all have to change if they are going to help save America. The big difference is that law enforcement assumes that they are bad. If a club or member of a club owned a strip club and one of the girls was arrested for prostitution the police assume that the club owners knew about it. If a gun was bought legally in a gun shop owned by a motorcycle club member then the gun was used in a crime the police want to tie it back to the motorcycle club. If a member of a club is arrested for anything, then the newspapers and the police blame the whole club. That is not true for other people; if a person in IBM for example is arrested the police don’t blame IBM or if a fireman is arrested the police don’t blame the Fraternal order of Fireman and call them an organized crime family.
Let get real. I suspected that some bikers were bad guys. And yes I turned a blind eye. I don’t want to know the truth. That was not the story that I saw developing in front of me. The story was that the outlaw clubs had banded together to seek out and stop terrorist. I was happy with that story, I’ll leave the rest of the story for the History channel and other news agency.
It had come to my attention, that several people saw me as some kind of bounty hunter and a few even thought I was a cop. Truth be told I’m neither. This new information made me wonder if maybe Ernie saw me as away to get information to the cops. I hoped that that wasn’t true. I’m just an observer in this story. I was glad of that.
The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers knew that they had to get passed all of the stories of the past. Their plan was to get as much information as possible and deal with the situation. Sometimes that would mean involving local or nation law enforcement. Sometimes that would mean dealing with the situations as they arose. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers felt that the more local law enforcement was involved the more likely it would be that the local law enforcement would trust them. In addition, they knew they would need that trust, to really, make a difference.
They were not hoping that they could be used in posses by local sheriff departments. However, the truth was if you need 20 men right now that were hard-core and ready to take chances, where better to find them then you local motorcycle club. Let’s face it, many bikers were prior military, many are trained security. We are talking about bouncers from bars, people that know how to handle themselves. They have guns, they have trained themselves to use them, and the best part, they are not afraid to use them when needed. They knew it would be a cold day in hell before any local cop would ask them for help.
The outlaw’s have a reputation for being bad asses. That is a good thing when you are taking about taking down a terrorist safe house or a bomb-making factory. You can’t always wait for federal or state backup. Sometimes you need to move right now. You never know when terrorist are going to strike and you can’t always wait for tomorrow. Therefore, making contacts with Local, State and Federal Law enforcement is a priority and showing them, that Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers can be trusted and relied on is imperative.
The outlaws were not talking about inviting the cops to the clubhouse. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers are talking about getting to know them and letting them get to know the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers just a little better. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers don’t want to walk into a sting operation and end up being arrested, when what they really want is to help. Though formalizing a relationship would be impossible, the informal nod of the head and headshakes were becoming reality. Police did see a need for more men on the street and they knew that Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers could fill that need. Law enforcement didn’t know the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers existed yet. The cops were happy to get information regardless of where it came from.
At first the Brotherhood offered their help with disaster preparedness. They took classes and help during drills. In several states this part of the new planning by state and local government. The brotherhood had gotten them selves in the door and there was no turning back.
Yes, law enforcement knew each club individually but they didn’t know that the clubs had developed a stronger unity. Rumors were spreading fast that something was amidst in the United States. Some police were warming up to the idea and others were terrified at what was coming. The police did not like seeing members of several notorious motorcycle clubs riding side by side. Some feared the worse. Others realized that violence between clubs had almost gone by the way side and other law enforcement personnel were in the know or at least felt that they knew what was going on.
The bikers didn’t trust the law any more then the law trusted them. The plan was to invite police to rallies, get them involved in the fund raising activities. Help them with their fund raising activity. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers feared that if they took over completely without law enforcement involvement that the cell they took down in state X would not lead to the cell the existed in state Y or Z for that matter.
The plan was not to let law enforcement know what the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers activities were. If Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers needed to pass on information then they would use ladies to do that. For example, they could call in an anonymous tip to the police. If connection already existed, they could use those to get help. They keep the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business as low keyed as possible. Only when they felt that the police could take an investigation to the next level did they get them involved. Because they worked across the United States and sometimes the world they felt that they could stay on top of many things. But if federal buildings or military complexes were thought to be the targets then they would secretly pass that information on to law enforcement.
Every new plan I heard scared me a little more and also gave me a little peace. I couldn’t imagine all the things that were being done all over America. How many terror cells had they found, how many terrorist have been stop crossing the borders, how deep had they taken their operation. What I was hear had them in it to the necks. I was proud to know them. I almost wanted to salute when I saw a biker in a bar I was in.
The bikers did have friends within the police department and they would sometimes use them to get information flowing both ways. Some were very aware of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers existence and other were kept in the dark. It really depended on the trust factor.
The Eagle Grill was still a house of drama so the bikers stayed away from the drama as much as possible. If trouble broke out, they would quickly break it up. If someone’s old lady came in and started flirting, the word got out quickly to leave that one alone. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers needed friends and for now the Eagle Grill and Classics were friendly bars.
I knew that the bikers used Longmont for a rallying point. I wasn’t aware at the time how important that bond was becoming.
The local men were not always as lucky as the other bikers. Many of them had women that decided on trying out the bad boys. Because many of them weren’t wearing colors they got into a few scuffles with the local men, but most were broken up quickly. There were still enough good girls in town and most respected their boy friends. Most men are smart enough not to mess with a man that is wearing colors. They know that there is more then one man to fight. For the most part fighting stop at the Eagle Grill. When a fight broke out there was always a few big guys around both members and non-members of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers there to break it up.
Girls like Maria got flirted with, but the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers guys learned that she was someone’s old lady and they all respected that. Maria was a good girl at heart, but she like to cause a little trouble. She would flirt with any man that walked in, and if that started a fight then that was a good thing. What woman doesn’t like a little attention?
Mike had kept Maria out of the Eagle Grill for a while. They must have found another bar to frequent. But I was glad to see them on this night. I just hoped she was going to be a good girl.
The Cougars, were only interested in the young bikers, ok lets face it, the young men. They could always find a little of both at the Eagle Grill. I am sometimes amazed that it wasn’t put on the menu. Cougars for the taking, cost 5 shots. Some of them only wanted the local guys but several of the cougars were biker chicks. They liked their leather jackets and they liked the long hair and/or tattoos on the guys. They like taking rides on a nice Harley even in the middle of a fall night. Many of the cougars had been ex-old ladies. They still longed to be somebody’s girl. The biker chicks didn’t seem to mind the older bikers, but they were not going to turn down a young man if they got a chance. Every now and then, a local man might get lucky with one of the biker chicks but that seemed to be rare. A few of the biker chicks only dated independents.
What a world I thought. There seemed to rules about everything. Every group seemed to have different rules to follow. I guess I fall into the older mans category. I’ve been around awhile and seen a lot in life. Though I wouldn’t say that I’m set in my way, there is a lot of things about me that will never change. The way I feel about my country. The way I treat a women. The respect I give to other men. There were a few of us old timers at the Eagle, most in our late forties or early fifties.
Even I got mistaken for a biker from time to time. If I wore my black leather jacket and even with my cowboy hat it always seemed that one or two of the biker girls would go out of their way to say hi.
Big Chris wore a cowboy hat and even a pair of cowboy boots. And when he went to the jukebox he is playing and oldies song or a country tune. I knew that sooner or later that the big question would be asked. “Do you ride?” and I always had the same answer. “No.” I couldn’t wait till my kids were out of college, so I could afford the Harley I had always wanted. I knew that beside the pure please of riding the open rode and the camaraderie I could have with my friends; that the biggest change a Harley would have in my life dealt mainly with my sex life. I would finely be able to say “yes I ride.”
The waitresses didn’t really know how to take all the new business. They were humping it seven nights a week. Ashley, the youngest of the three A’s, started helping out Cindy and Kathy behind the bar. Ashley’s sister Amanda was still smiling and breaking the hearts of every man that walked in. They hired a few new girls because of all the new business at both the Eagle Grill and Classics. Business was booming. And the fall was coming quick. Business was always better in the fall. Classic was now hosting a bike rally every week and sometimes the over flow would end up at the Eagle Grill. Supporting the soldiers was becoming a major theme not only in Longmont but at bike rallies all over the United States. Raising money for the families of lost soldiers or wounded soldiers was a great cause and one that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers and local independents could rally behind.
Ashley had just increased the size of her chest and that seemed to be a topic of conversation on this night. Most people agree that she had a very nice pair already and many questioned the reason for this change all of a sudden. Finally, she walked in and you could see the sigh of release on most peoples face. It turned out that she hadn’t increase the size of her chest but rather had added a little padding to make them look fuller. Kathy still had the largest pair at the Eagle Grill, well at least between the waitress staff.
Amber and Big Chris were still an item and Kathy was still jealous. Even if it was only because she was still such a good friend of Big Chris’s and Amber seemed to hate any time they spent together. Kathy did seem to be moving on with her life and was spending time with different men. She wasn’t ready yet to make a commitment with anyone but she was exploring her options.
Some would call Kathy a biker chick. She had a few piercing and more then a few tattoos. What sat her aside from the other biker chicks was that she owned a Harley. She like her freedom and the ability to crawl on her Harley whenever she wanted, then she could go wherever the road took her. She loved working at bike weeks all over the country and she enjoyed that life style. She had been known to crawl on top of a bar and let guys and even girls do shots off of her firm hard body. That may have been in her wilder days, last year, but she still had that free sprite inside her. She liked her life and although she really wanted a man in her life she really wasn’t willing to share her life with anyone right now. She almost had the last of her children at home gone. Her youngest that lived with her was 16. She was a grandma, even at the ripe old age of 44 she was one beautiful lady. When she was ready to see her grandchild, she would just go, she didn’t need a man in her life to make other plans for her. If she could find that man that could live with her life style, not cramp her style as it were, she would give him a try but until then she was happy.
Cindy was working as a Bartender on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. She was a dwarf, although quite tall for a dwarf. She was 5 ft tall by her measurement, but most thought she was a little shorter. The men loved her, she was pretty, smart and witty, and she always brought a smile to every one she talked to. She was married and had two kids of her own. She had the cutest little body that you ever did see and men were often caught talking about how much they would love to take her home. She did like to flirt but she stayed faithful to her man. For the regulars most of them felt that she closed the bar a little early for their taste. The owner, Jeff, didn’t seem to mind. Cindy would call last call as soon as the band or karaoke DJ quit playing and if she could get away with it she would have the door lock by 1 am. I guess with two adorable children at home you really couldn’t blame her. Cindy was also working her way through college like a lot of the other girls at the Eagle. I guess if you go to California all the waitresses are actresses if you go to the Eagle they are all college students.
The crowd was good that night, Joe Cool, one of the more popular bands, was playing and they always drew a good crowd. When Joe Cool was in the house all eyes were on the dance floor and it was always full. When Joe Cool played you always got a mix of the regulars at the Eagle Grill and the large crowd that always came out when they were playing. This allowed for a reunion of a sort to happen once or twice a month whenever Joe Cool was at the Eagle Grill. Joe also played at Classics and the house was jammed packed when he was there. Joe Cool seemed to always play the right songs to get the girls in the best mood. Smiles, hugs and kissing were going on all over the Eagle Grill that night and men always seemed to get a little bit luckier when Joe Cool was in town.
I enjoyed there music, it took me back to the good old days. Every time they played I thought about the 70’s and 80’s when I was that young man picking up the older women. It also brought back night of making love on the beach or in the back seat of my car. I was just a boy then but memories last forever. Joe Cool seemed to get everyone reminiscing about something. Even quite little old me would talk to the ladies and I even got a few numbers and dates when Joe cool was playing.
On the patio Chas was talking about different types of people, “for the most part, most of us look the same give or take a few features here or there. However, have you every noticed that there are some that just have a natural glow about them. Take Karen over there. She always has the mystical shine on her face. So do the three A’s. It is my belief that they are elves. Maybe not in the Tolken way but never the less elves.”
I was a little surprised, but I understood. Karen was a cute little girl that always had the biggest smile and brightest glow about her. The three A’s were the same way. They shined, I had never gotten that before. That’s what made them special, that’s why people just felt better around them.
“There are others that stand out in the same way. You have the big eyed people. Eyes that just knock you of your feet and pull you in. It doesn’t matter what color their eyes are it’s the way their eyes are shaped.” Chas stopped and looked around a little as if searching for a set of those eyes.
I understood that very well, A lady a few nights ago told me I was staring at her. I don’t remember doing it but I was sure she was right. Have ou ever looked across a room and finally caught the eyes of some women, you get lost in those beautiful set of eyes. You mind takes you to a pleasant place and you feel at ease. That was how I felt when my eyes caught hers. I just fell into a trance. I guess this watching people is as easy as I thought.
Chas continued, “You have the red heads with green eyes then some with blue that just captivate you when they walk by. Some say oh that’s an Irish trait but women all over Europe have red hair. I guess the men too, I just haven’t noticed. We all have known those people that look like cats. The have a pudgy nose and high cheekbones, just as cute as can be. They might not have whiskers but you know what I mean.” Chas looked around the patio. “We have a few of those here tonight, Polly comes to mind. You can’t tell me that Katy isn’t a cat.”
“We have all kinds of body types some more desirable then others. We have Orientals with their slanted eyes, some up and some down. People of different colors exist all over. How does the song go red (American Indian) and yellow (Orientals) black (African, India, Australia) and White (European) can that all be attributed to weather and evolution.” Chas asked.
“Is their something else that has contributed to our evolution? Look around the bar, there are a lot of different people here tonight, and some of them have similar features. They all have that something special and we are all drawn to them.” Chas Continued
“So were do you think this people come from, what is it that makes people like Karen, Polly or the three A’s so attractive to all of us” Katy said.
“Well it gets back to aliens visitation, we were told that the God’s of Egypt, Greece and Rome all made love to humans. Maybe that’s where they came from. We have stories in England of strange creatures that mixed with humans, Maybe that is were they came from. Where did these god’s come from where did elves and fairies come from, Certainly not earth,” Chas concluded.
A few laughed, a few were still pondering the information, and everyone knew it was just another Eagle Grill fantasy story. I think a few people just wanted to see who could come up with the best bullshit. So went another unusual story on the patio, people were left with a lot to ponder. Most finished their cigarettes and went back in to dance or have another drink.
Everybody was asking if Joe Cool was playing Saturday night too. They would be at the Eagle Grill if they were. The crowd would be outstanding again. The waitresses would have to hump for two nights in a row. Holly wasn’t looking forward to another night of fighting her way through the bar. But like all the waitresses there or any where, she needed the money. Even Big John wasn’t sure how he was going to be Johnny on the spot if bar fights broke out. Jeff the owner had hired a bouncer to mainly handle the patio area or check for ID’s at the front door. He had also hired a manager named Kate to handle the books and set up schedules. Big John had been worried that Eve would come back. He wouldn’t mind being the one that took her home, but at the time he was more worried about the trouble she might be causing if she did show up. It was always some girl or another stirring up the boys. He remembered thinking if you can find the girl or girls that were looking for trouble and just keep an eye on them your job was half done.
On this Friday night Kathy had a Roller Derby match and her and all the guys had just returned on the bus. Cindy was behind the bar and had already called for last call even though 30 or so people were still their. She let Kathy and her friends who were all friends of Cindy’s too, order a drink and Cindy yelled finish them up and head for the door. Like always Kathy had this grin on her face that went from ear to ear. She was still wearing her Roller Derby outfit. Her outfit was a tight black dress with a wide red strip and a pair of stockings that tied in the back. Of course her number was 69. And her name was Granny Apple. She played for the Bad Apples. She had her hair in pigtails and the pigtails were in braids. Everyone was congratulating her on the win and asking her if she broke another girls arm. No, I was the scorer tonight I jammed all night we scored over 100 points. Granny Apple was rolling hard tonight she said. You guys always ask how many girls I hurt, you always forget about my two cracked ribs, I’ve torn both shoulders. Look at this scar on my knee. Hay those girls are tough. Everybody started laughing. Even Cindy laughed but said in that powerful little voice of her’s, it 2 o’clock and she started grabbing drinks. Kathy pitched in and so did a few other regulars.
Ernie and a few of the other Brotherhood of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club group had went to the Roller Derby match in Denver that night and watched the Bad Apples, Kathy’s team beat the hell out of the other girls. That had all said we should make this a big charity run next year for the first game of the season. They had all gone to the after party at one of the downtown Denver clubs. They had no problem fitting in with the rest of the crowd. All of the girls that played that night showed up and so did a lot of the girls that played for the Green Barrettes.
Every year these girls raised thousands of dollars for charity and not one of them got paid a cent. The Roller Dolls were a rare breed. They worked hard to give a professional show in a very tough sport that was very dangerous and they do it all for charity. Now this was something the men could get behind. They were tough girls that had hearts of gold. Maybe the outlaw bikers weren’t the only hero’s in Longmont.
I did get a kick out of the Roller Derby matches. I had the rare privilege of meeting a few of them and there seemed to be a theme between. Have a good time and leave scares doing it. No, not that one, if you work had you deserve to party hard. No, do it for the kids. How many of you would risk serious injuries for charity. The day the football, baseball or basketball professional gives all their money to a charity, I’ll call them hero’s too.
Back in the world of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers business never stopped. Several members started learning Arabic and tried hard to infiltrate Muslim communities. They continued to look for training camps and watch for different trafficking. They continued to make peace with law enforcement and even made a few friends along the way. They stated working with local gangs and made an effort to get information were they could.
On a few occasions, they were able to find start up terrorist cells and they would make sure they never got started. Some people wouldn’t approve of the methods they used but they knew that Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers were saving American lives. They did turn over several of the cell members to police and some how; all the information about those terrorist cells ended up on the desk of FBI agents.
Why not have two investigations going on at the same time. This was not a contest; this was a war. After all, they, the terrorist, came over here and started this war; the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers were going to make sure they never got another chance. If that meant helping out those men that had spent their whole lives trying to pin something on the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers then that was just the way it would have to be.
The FBI was able to track several other cells with this information. Sometimes the FBI was a little to patient for the brotherhood. If the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers felt that the terrorist cell was able to strike, they would make sure that they were unable to complete their mission. The FBI couldn’t always arrest the terrorist if they didn’t have enough proof to hold up in court. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers were not willing to let the terrorist kill innocent American.
Listening to all that was going on in the biker world, I was surprised that the evening news wasn’t pasted with stories. America didn’t know yet that the bikers were out there protecting them. I wondered if the news was aware would they even report it. It seemed at times that they were more worried about offending the terrorist.
The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers knew that the FBI and other law enforcement agency had better tools and equipment then they did but they also knew that they had an advantage. They could do things as private citizens that the law couldn’t. They could get to gather a hundred men in less then an hour. Those men would all fall under the command of one man. They had the experience need. They had the power needed. They had the organization needed to run large or small operation and they could do it all very quickly. They could strike in twenty different places at one time if need. The brotherhood was alive and well.
Around the country, bars like the Eagle Grill were being used as safe bars were members of many clubs could get together. Even an international movement was getting started. Remember that the big six brotherhood clubs have membership all over the world. So did several other outlaw clubs. The phones and the internet were being used to transfer information. Motorcycle clubs have grown worldwide over the last 20 years. And motorcycle clubs don’t have the limitations that the United States Government has when working overseas. Because the members are citizens of that country, they can act within that country without drawing to much additional attention to themselves.
Ernie was asked to go on a few international trips and meet members of the overseas motorcycle clubs. He was glad to pitch in where ever he could. The members of the Longmont local heartland motorcycle club continued to make new friends from members of clubs from all over America. Those connections did prove profitable even outside of the Brotherhood. The club was able to hold more rallies and other clubs from outside Longmont, even outside Colorado and the Heartland were starting to see this Longmont connection. Longmont is the place the peace plan was signed. That’s the town that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers was born. Members of the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs seemed to be drawn to the city. New prospects took the pilgrimage as part of their initiation regardless of what club they were patching.
Ernie had also been asked to stand as a guard in a raid that members of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers were doing in Montana, Members of Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers had found a heroin ring made up primarily of Muslims. They didn’t want the money from the sell of heroin to get back to terrorist organizations. Therefore, this was an action to stop that. At the safe house, they also found several different kinds of guns and what they thought was bomb-making material. So they tied up the suspects and started a fire in the trash can outside. They then called in the Fire department. The Fire Department called in the Police department when they found guns in the trash can. This allowed for a legal search and seizure operation for the local police. I’m sure they were wondering how the people in side got tied up. This was a big bust for them so they let things go.
This operation took place because of several Muslim informants that wanted to join a motorcycle club. The ties that motorcycle clubs were making in the Muslim community were becoming stronger as the days went by. The stories of the great Arab equestrians and raiders that travel the Middle East in the history books help draw in associate members. These new ties were dangerous, some believed that this could easily back fire and fall right back in their face. But for now it was a way of pulling these kids and adults away from radical Islam and keep them on the bikers side.
The question is how you convince someone that one radical way of life is better than another radical way of life. Al-Quada uses religion, the bikers would have to use the freedom of religion. They would have to convince Muslims that they have a choose to live as they feel is best or to live the way someone else teaches you to live. They had to make sure that they were not eliminating Muslim religion from the lives of the new recruits but offering them a better way to live within the laws.
They would try this first in the United States and then move to a worldwide movement. Many of the younger Muslims needed a place to belong. Being a member of a Muslim motorcycle club may just be that place. The danger was that this new groups that lived on the edge of society might just become an Al-Quada motorcycle club instead of a club that believe in freedom. What a fine line to walk. They had to convince them of the core values of a motorcycle club, Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.6
7
The World was already starting to see more and more terrorist acts. Bombing started in Europe and moved to Asia. Even old enemies like China were starting to feel the effects of the growing Al-Qaeda influence. Several providences in China were being attacked and they were starting to deal with homegrown terrorism. China was getting ready for the Olympics and they were afraid that some of these, local home grown terrorist, would try something during their greatest accomplishment in years. It was time for China to take center stage for the greatest sporting event of all time. China has an advantage. They can send troops in when ever they want to beat down any violent actions by Al-Qaeda. So could many of the European countries. They didn’t have Posse Comitatus on the books. But we in America did.
America was getting to understand that all Al-Qaeda or Muslim extremist didn’t live in the Middle East. Almost one-fourth of the Asian Population was Muslim. In addition, it is really only about one-percent of them that are Muslim extremist. This is not like other wars where we can say just kill them all. We are not fighting a country we are fighting a global war that has no boundaries. Just like in America, Europe, Asia and Africa have millions of law abiding Muslims walking the street. They are not all out to kill us.
The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers were watching closely the world, they knew that sooner rather then latter the Muslim extremist would come to America. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers followed the news. They watch closely the ways and methods use by Muslim extremist. They looked at the ways they recruited members and they watched the streets of America. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers knew that they may be the only thing standing between the Muslim extremist and the people of America.
Rarely, but sometimes that got help from the Law enforcement community. However, remember, Motorcycle Clubs have members all over the world and there is nothing stopping them from sharing information between each other. The Laws in America were getting stricter and more cumbersome. If the liberals got there way the government wouldn’t be allowed to spy at all any more. A member of a Motorcycle club could ride by any car and look inside. They could train dogs and they could spy all they wanted to, without a court order, as an average citizen. This might scare you, but let’s get real. Somebody has to protect us and if we are not going to let law enforcement do it, then we should thank god that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers was formed.
I too was watching the news, I didn’t hear news reports on Biker Nation as I had come to call them. I did see reports on terrorist from time to time. I could see the change in the American people and it felt like they just wanted it all to end. I knew it wasn’t going to end. Biker Nation, the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers knew it wasn’t going to end.
The world had become a scary place. Europe was being hit by Muslim extremist on a monthly basis, Asia even more so. Several African nations had fallen to Muslim extremist. In addition, many people in America just didn’t care or are to busy with there own lives to notice. Some were too involved in the upcoming election to see what was going on in the world. However, Biker Nation was ready.
Many of Biker Nation’s members got private investigator licenses so they could buy equipment without being put under a magnifying glass. Biker Nation opened bail-bonding shops and used this to cover actions they needed to perform. They continued to expand their security businesses and worked towards legalizing as much of their businesses as possible.
Biker Nation sent members all over the world; they enlisted their members from each country they went. If you thought that, the United States was the only country that has Motorcycle Clubs, you are wrong. The members of Biker Nation all knew what was at stake. Biker Nation started with country meetings and then a meeting in Europe, Asia, Australia, Africa and South America. The word went out; the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers (Biker Nation) had just gone worldwide.
Members of Biker Nation talked about 9-11 and the Madrid Bombings. They talked about the bombings in London and Singapore. “We believe in living hard and dying free. We can’t and we won’t let them take that away from us. We are one of the only truly worldwide organizations. If we do this right; we can end this before to much damage is done. We have to protect our families our children and our way of life.”
Personally was surprised when my research turns up so many different clubs all over the world, all under the control of the American clubs. I got a little scared, maybe the police were right. Maybe I was being miss lead. For what reason I didn’t know. For now I would just continue to document what I heard and saw. I information was past to me I would just accept it. I was in way to deep at this point.
The word went out. Across six continents, the bikers were keeping a watchful eye on the world. They were making friends in both the wrong places and the right places. Other motorcycle clubs started pitching in. Independents started sharing information. Friends of the family started asking questions and the feeling of unity started to grow. People started looking for answers.
The world was changing, people started to understand a little more about what was going on. This was not about a belief system. This was survival. Would we as a nation stand up and fight for our own survival or would we just lie down and die? The Biker Nation had no thought of going peacefully into the night without a fight like the movie Independents Day says. They were ready. They had the guns, the manpower and the leadership it would take to stand and fight.
At one time Europe had been almost a killing field between rival motorcycle clubs. However, a truce had been in place for many years. Clubs had already started working together in a limited fashion. There was still tension between clubs but Biker Nation was beyond all that. If you looked back through history, you will find that most violence committed by motorcycle clubs was always between rival clubs or other gangs.
The brotherhood had gotten in the way. The old, we are tougher then you mind set was alive and well in the early days of motorcycle clubs. Moreover, if you proved you were tougher, that just set you up for revenge by the club you beat. So many good men had died because of bad blood between motorcycle clubs. Several clubs were still hated by the other clubs. Most clubs knew that the bad blood had to end and had to end quickly.
I had to many questions going through my mind. I pulled Ernie aside one night and asked him point blank. What is my role in all this. I’m willing to just document but if my role is bigger I have to know. “Cowboy, Me and Big Chris are bikers. Maybe on to different ends of the spectrum, but we are both bikers. You’re a cowboy and I know you’ve been around. You listen and observe almost to a fault. Your our sanity check. If we get out of hand I’m sure you say something. That it for now at least.” I was relieved and I understood where he was coming from. I just needed to be me for awhile.
When the foreign clubs first started coming to America things in Longmont, Colorado started changing fast. They were visiting Denver and complaining to friends they knew in Denver that Longmont had no cultural restaurants at all, sure they had a few Mexican Restaurants and even a few so called Italian Restaurants but that was about it. Several of there friends decided to move to Longmont and open up new places. The Eagle Grill was starting to get people from all over the world and the local men hated the influx of out of towners especial men with accents. The girls loved the accents and the field was getting even smaller for the local guys.
The local men decided to introduce everyone to a strip club called the Bus Stop located on the North Side of Boulder. The Girls at the Bus Stop didn’t mind the new influx of customers. Many of the girls that worked there were college students going to the University of Colorado or one of the other local colleges. Some of the girls spoke foreign languages and others were taking classes in foreign affairs. Many of the European club members liked down town Boulder. The club scene in Boulder was much bigger and closer together.
They loved Pearl Street and they were always able to find what every they were looking for whether it was food, drugs or women. All seem to be in abundance in good ole Boulder. Pearl Street was paved with women and the foreign bikers loved the scenery. That freed up the Longmont ladies again and the local guys were happy. After all Boulder was only 10 miles from Longmont.
The Bus Stop is your typical strip club. They had two sides. The bar side where alcohol was served required the girls to wear at least a G-string. The totally nude side only served non-alcoholic drinks. Both sides had stages and usually one girl at a time came to the stage while men sat around the stage and gave dollar bills to the girls. The girls could also give private dances for a set price. Private dances were set up in a room where the bouncers could keep an eye on the girls but the other patrons couldn’t really see what was going on.
Some of the girls were very skilled, for example, Ivy a young barely twenty-year-old girl with flaming red hair and a light skinned freckled body, definitely one of Chas’s elves. She knew how to play that young innocent girl part and usually made good money. She could charm the money off any man. As long as business was good she made good money and this new influx of men made her very happy.
A lady in her forties name Jasmine was the Italian hottie and was very popular with the foreign guys, She actually spoke Italian. Jasmine had a body to die for, some men would say. She had been working in the business for years and she loved the influx of new men in town. She was good at getting regular customers and always seemed to grab the men that had money to spend. She could smell a tight wad from a block away. She was smart and always remembered every little thing a man told her. If you came back a few times, she would have your life story and a good portion of your bankroll to boot.
Because most of the girls in the bar were between 18 and 24 years, old and some of the Bikers were in their forties, the older girls 27 plus were very popular. Several girls spoke different languages. Most bikers could find at least one girl that spoke their language. Most of the bikers spoke English well enough. Nevertheless, it gave them comfort to speak their native language even if the girl speaking it wasn’t very good at it.
The girls that had been in the business for several years were enjoying taking there time and getting to know the new customers. While they knew that these men might only be in town for a few days they took the time to listen and find out that a few members of their club would be passing through this area for along time. Moreover, they knew that there was nothing better then word of mouth advertising. If the men liked them then they would tell their friends about them and their friends would ask about them when they dropped by.
One such girl was Morgan, she had changed her name after reading about the Morgan horse, the story goes that a man named Morgan mixed the wild range horses with the thoroughbred horses from Europe. She figured her sprite was untamable but her body was purebred just like the Morgan horse. Morgan was 37, but told all the guys she was 32. She knew what they wanted after working in the business for over 10 years. She knew how to stay out of trouble and still take home a big bank role. One of the bouncers had said once that if Morgan hadn’t convinced most of the men in the bar that she loved them by the end of the night she considered it a bad night.
The younger girls would just walk up and ask the customer if they wanted a dance. If they said, no, they would go to the next man. The young experienced girls would plop down on a man lap and flirt for a little while. Get their hearts racing a little bit before they asked them for a dance. They knew what they were doing and they could see in the eyes of the men if they were going to spend any money on them.
I had dropped by the Bus Stop a few times and had gotten to know a few of the ladies. I knew the ones that worked their charm on me. These are big Boys I think they can handle it.
Money was the primary reason the girls worked at the club. When a girl found out that they couldn’t make any money; they would hit the road. Surprisingly, it wasn’t always the prettiest girls that made the most money. Some of the girls with smaller boobs or glasses did real good business. Even the chubby girls were getting lap dances. A lot of strip clubs won’t hire a girl unless she has the prefect body. The girls at the Bus Stop and the owner realized that those so called imperfect girls all had clientele of their own. And it was always those girls that stuck around.
Some of the girls were know as butter face girls, the men said the girl was perfect in every way, but her face. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t mean she wasn’t pretty, just not as pretty as other girls. I was surprised that a lot of men took to these so called butter face women. I certainly found them to be more appealing and just nicer in every way.
The Bus Stop had a very mixed set of girls. There was always one or two Asian girls, one or two black girls, one or two Hispanic girls and a ton of young blonds. However, the young blonds seemed to come and go at a very fast rate. Some found boyfriends, others girls just didn’t make as much money as they thought they could and they just couldn’t handle that. They really hate seeing the older girls or butter face girls making all the money.
Any girl could make good money if she just took her time and played the customers just right. They had to know which man had money and which man didn’t. They had to listen to the men and remember what the men were talking about. Men wanted to believe that the girl just might like them. Even when the man was the most boring man in the place, he might just have deep pockets and a girl had to understand that. Some of the less experienced girls went for the young men that they liked, then they were surprised when the young man didn’t spend money on them.
At first, the bouncers had a little bit of problem explaining the rules to new customers. This is not Europe and this is not a house of prostitution. You can look but don’t touch. The bouncer were a little worried at first because a lot of these guys were bigger then they were. The bouncers were not affiliated with any club. After a few hours, everything settled down and everyone understood the rules. A motorcycle club didn’t own the Bus Stop. However, once business picked up the local Longmont heartland started looking at opening a Club in Longmont or possibly buying the Bus Stop or both.
The Bus Stops policy was that girls could only leave in their own transportation or with a predefined person like their boyfriend. That boyfriend, wouldn’t come in the club but was allowed to wait outside. The bouncers would always meet these men before hand. This was mainly done for safety but it was also done to protect the club. If something happen to one of the girls the bouncers would always be able to say that they walked them to their car and nobody but them left in that car. The bouncers or owner didn’t like the boyfriend coming in the club because other girls would think he was a customer and start working her magic on him. Before you know it a big fight breaks out. Now watching women fight isn’t always a turn off, but it was still better to avoid having fight with customers around.
If the girls wanted to meet a man they would have to do it somewhere else. The girls were not supposed to give their numbers to men in the bar. They could take a man’s number and call them if they wanted to. Some of the girls experimented with prostitution but the Bus Stop never got involved with that business. They open up the Bus Stop for small private parties but they would never do road shows. If a girl was willing to do a bachelor party or something more she would have to set that up herself and she hoped that the Bus Stop didn’t find out because she could get fired.
Like in every other small city in America, there was always a market for sex. Some of the men found that in Denver but other learned quickly that Boulder and even Longmont had a small yet silence underworld that would satisfy men’s desires. Others men found that the bar scene itself would satisfy that need they found inside. College towns were famous for the girls gone wild thing and bikers seemed to have a way of finding whatever they were looking for.
The girls at the Bus Stop were allowed to do charity events and it was always arranged in advance. The girls weren’t force to do charity but they knew that it always helped with customers. You go out, do a car wash or help serve drinks and men got interested. They could then invite them to the Bus Stop that night. They had found out that after doing this two hour charity event that they could make a ton of new customers and help fill their purses up as well. This new influx of men for both overseas and stateside was filling up the local establishments and although some complained, most businesses owners were very happy to have new business. Times in America were tough.
Who knew that Longmont would become so popular? Who knew that a hundred or so bikers a week would stop by to see where it all got started. To new club members it became mandatory and many long-standing members road with them for protection. Most of the visitors were there to do business but with three colleges within 25 miles of Longmont their always seemed to be enough women to go around. Nights that there wasn’t enough girls in Longmont the bikers would head down to Boulder and Pearl Street for fun or go hang out at the Bus Stop. Denver was only 25 miles away and there was always plenty of things to do in Denver.
Even Classics got into the new business and expand there place into the parking lot almost doubling their serving area. This helped with business and shut up the nay sayers, that said the place was to small. Their business was able to expand and they started having bands on Saturday as well as Friday nights.
The drama at Classics was still at a minimum and never did catch up with the Eagle Grill. The people that came seemed to like it that way and always seemed to stay on top of the least little thing before it blew up.
The extra setting allowed more and more members of the Brotherhood of Outlaws Bikers to choose Classics over the Eagle Grill. They seemed to spend a little time at both. Classics was always known as a safe club for all outlaw’s and they had never showed partiality to any club. However, they still respected the home chapter of the local heartland motorcycle club, after all they had been friends with Ernie for along time. Nevertheless, the owners liked the new reputation of being the bar of preference for the outlaw bikers, after all the Eagle Grill wasn’t really a bikers bar it was just a local hangout.
Big Chris had been visiting several different bars all over northern Colorado. Sometimes it was related to biker business but sometimes it was all about finding a new place to call home. Amber still seemed a little bother that women adored him. He was doing everything he could to try and make it work. With Amber working at the Eagle Grill it made it harder for him not to talk to old friends and a lot of them were women. It seemed that a lot of the other regulars were starting to look for new clubs. Big John, the guy who protected the Waitesses, was gone, I guess he got a little carried away one night and the owner eighty-sixed him, kicked him out. The bikers were hanging out at other bars in town, before long fights started breaking out and it seemed to be getting out of control. The Eagle was no long a peaceful little bar. With no protection it was also becoming a dangerous place to work.
Kathy was so busy between roller derby and working that she barely had time for her kids. She had been staying with Ashley and Amanda but had been looking for a new place to stay. She was selling real estate on the side and that took up what little time she had left.
The cougars were still on the prowl but all the fighting had run a few of them off. Rumor was that Classics was closing and that 3rd and Main also know as the Opera House was trying to pick up the slack of both the Eagle Grill and Classics. They had recently fired a few of the bartenders and waitresses in hopes of drawing an older crowd. The current crowd seemed to be more into drugs then dranking and that wasn’t profitable for the owners.
Maria had gone in hiding it seemed, her and Mike were hanging out at Classics and Maria was on her best behavior because she knew that the owners would bar her if she started any trouble. Eve had started dating one of the local bikers and he was keeping her as far away from bars as he could. Dating for her had turned into dinner and a movie and they keep the drinking at home. Times were a changing and people were on the move.
Classics just couldn’t make enough on the weekends to keep the place afloat. That was to bad because it was the only true biker bar in town. The Eagle Grill thought it should make a few changes to pick up Classics old business. After all it had always been popular with the bikers during the day. It wasn’t unusual to see a couple of dozen bikes parked outside on any given Sunday.
Cindy was still working the early part of the week and Holly and her new boyfriend were hanging out at the Eagle Grill on a regular basis. Cindy was getting ready for her final exams at college and her and Kathy were switching nights up here and there. Kate was having a hard time keeping track of who was working what nights. The biker really didn’t care as long as someone was there to serve them cold beer.
Like me, I’m sure they had their favorites. I like both Cindy and Kathy they both seemed to know their business and I never had a problem getting a drink. I had heard from several customers that it was because I was a man. The ladies had to take a back seat to men. I’m not sure that was the case. But then again we all have our blind spots.
In the biker world, there are four kinds of ladies. First the loose women, she will sleep with just about anyone and she would often get passed around from guy to guy, sometimes in the same night. This didn’t set well with all the girls and more then once police were called in. Also, the one night stands could fall into this category. A lot of the rape cases filed against bikers have come from these girls. They might have been ok with one maybe two or even three guys enjoying them but it got a little out of hand and they would decide to file rape charges. Is that rape, that’s not for me to decide? It seems that all parties involved were getting the raw end of the deal. These girls like to party and have fun and enjoyed being around these rough guys. Some were drunk some were just sowing their wild oaks but they came for a party and a party they found. This isn’t something that an average man would be involved in, but in the world of the outlaw biker it was thought to be common place. It happened a lot less then most people thought but rumors spread fast.
Then there is the patch chaser, they want an outlaw biker and wanted to be a bikers old lady; she will stick around until she gets her a patch wearer or until she was asked to leave. These girls would often use these men to get her drugs or pay for her expenses and men would use her when ever possible to do what ever they needed. Nevertheless, no patch wearer claimed her as his.
Then their was the possible bikers old lady, This was a lady that a guy was dating but that he hadn’t yet decided to make her his old lady. None of the other guys would make a move on her. She was for a lack of better words someone’s property. Some girls even wore patch that say property of XYZ.
Then finally, there is the bikers old lady. She was just like a member of the club. The old ladies were often protected and treated just like other club members. Don’t every mess with another bikers old lady. Sometimes they are married and in some states considered at least common law wives. Most bikers treat their old lady with respect and they love them. These old ladies may be part of the going on’s of the club but they were not all involved in the motorcycle clubs business.
The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers took care of the old ladies even after their old man had died or were sent to prison. The family of a member was very important to members. That was part of the brotherhood. These women were part of the community and helped with the charity events and in many cases were very well liked by other women in town.
Women that did not belong to the club, knew if they really needed something that there was little that these none biker ladies could ask, that these biker ladies wouldn’t help them with. Some of these civilian women knew that these biker ladies boyfriends rode motorcycles and some even knew that their boyfriends belong to a notorious motorcycle club like one of the Outlaw Biker Club. However, they knew from experiences that when someone in the community really needed help that the women that came to the rescue were these biker ladies.
In Longmont you had a few of every type of lady even the girls that didn’t like bikers at all and then you had the girls that just didn’t know what they where getting into. There are a lot of independent bikers in Longmont, and there is a lot of biker chicks. Biker chicks liked men who had bikes. Some only dated men that rode Harleys. You could usually tell which girls were biker chicks by the clothes they wear. Black clothing and the word Harley was always part of their attire.
I never did find the Harley store in Longmont. I did find the Harley show room about fifteen miles away. I always wondered why you could find so much Harley clothing in Longmont Colorado and no Harley store. Maybe you need a special membership or something.
Some of the biker chicks were patch chasers but most didn’t care one way or the other about the patch. Girls that own their own bike are riders or bikers just like the men. Unless they dated an outlaw and then they fell into one of the categories I mentioned before. There are girls in Longmont that might fit into one of these categories. And just like any other city in America you will find the students, the house wives, cowgirls, the party girls or dancing queens and any other label you might want to put on a girl. And that worked out just fine for everyone. With all the new blood coming through Longmont with the Biker Nation members, Longmont was getting real busy.
One of the subjects that came up in one of the meeting was the subject of the newspaper article that suggested that a heartland outlaw motorcycle club member tried to kill Obama. The club leadership told everyone that it was bullshit. Hell even the FBI thought it was bullshit. The FBI knew it was just a bunch of guys running of at the mouth. “First of all, how stupid do you think we are. Do you realize what would happen in America, if someone killed Obama? Race wars would start up all over America and I’m not sure anyone could every stop it. In addition, the leadership of this heartland motorcycle club would never put the whole club in a situation that would mark the club forever, by not only the Law enforcement agency but the public as a whole. We have worked to hard in the community to build a good reputation to do anything that stupid,” the president of the heartland club said.
“I hope no one else is thinking about doing something stupid like that. All we need is the world getting turned upside down. I hate to see what is going to happen if this election turns out like the 2000 election and the voting is real tight and Obama losses. People are going to be screaming at the top of their lungs about how he was cheated. My god, look at what happen after a few of the trails in California went against the popular opinion. There were rioting in the streets.” The president of the Texas Club stated.
“If Obama losses it could be very bad for the United States. He is up in the polls right now and if by some miracle McCain does pull this out and win, there will be a lot of people calling for a recount. Let’s hope that everything goes smoothly. Regardless of who wins this election we need to be ready. We may need to be ready a lot sooner.” Ernie said.
“Having said that,” the president of the hearthland club said. “we may want to make plan to cover some stupid asshole from doing just that, killing Obama. Trust me it is bad enough that the cops say we are all white supremacist, what do you think is going to happen if some white supremacist organization or just some single guy does try to kill Obama. Somehow, some way, they will tie it all to us. Therefore, that is something we want to prevent at all cost. Keep you eyes open for assholes like this. Stop them or turn them in. We have to protect the brotherhood. I think we have all grown enough in the last ten years to except anything that happens in American politics.”
“I’ll admit I’m not going to be the happiest camper in the world if Obama wins. But that is something America can survive. He is an educated man and hopefully he won’t screw things up to bad. Trust me when I say, I’m not sure we can survive a race war. Let’s get the word out, Obama is off limits. Let prepare for a bad outcome to the election, but for god sake lets do everything possible to keep things civil. In the past, most race riots have been confined to the neighborhood to where the uproar started. That is the best outcome that we can hope. Think about the uproar that America would hear from us; if they say took are guns or even worst our motorcycles away from us. I’m not so sure everything would be so peaceful. People need to blow off steam sometimes, I’m not saying I agree with this but I certainly understand it,” one of the other bikers said.
“Moving on to another subject. Someone said that they had a member in their club that always talks about the Mayan calendar and the calendar coming to an end on 21 December 2012. He say’s that the so-called experts were saying that anything from meteors hitting the earth to alien visitations could be the cause. Maybe a global financial meltdown or something as bad as World War III, so I know how silly what I’m saying may sound. But we have the manpower, the organization, and the will, let’s just be ready for what ever comes down the road,” the Texas president said.
A couple of the guys were laughing about what was just said. “Ok let me get this right we have to be ready for terrorist, race wars, world ending event and aliens. You think we might be taking on a bit much here.”
“The mission hasn’t changed, hell our mission hasn’t even changed for our original charters written 50 years ago. We are still dedicated to protecting the weak. We are still dedicated to protecting our rights as free men and we are still dedicated to the United States. There is one thing I know about every member of my club and that is they are all patriotic to the bone. I don’t pretend to speak for all of the Brotherhood of Outlaws Bikers but I’m pretty sure we all feel that way about America,” said one member. “Our members from other countries probably feel the same way about their country, and that’s they way it is supposed to be.”
“It might seem impossible to protect America against anything that could go wrong. However, this is something that we are already working towards. We are setting up alternate sites, that are hidden far away. We are ready to fall back if necessary if we are hit hard. We need to be prepared for anything. We have to be prepared, whether it is a terrorist bomb that is biological, chemical or even nuclear, whether it is something from outer space or something that comes from our own people we have to be ready. We have to be able to respond quickly. We have to be able to fall back if necessary and make new plans,” said the president of the Northern California club.
“We are not becoming a doomsday cult, we are just expanding are outlook. We need to expand businesses and start to bring in more money. We see what’s going on in the community. We can open up more businesses. To each his own, we don’t want to sell our souls but we can find a way of making money that will keep us happy and still let us live our lives the way we want to. We can still live by the outlaw’s code and still expand; we have been doing it for years,” said the Texas president.
“Biden himself said that the next president will be tested within 6 months of him taking office. Hell he even said that the next president might need the American peoples help. If we can get ready we can be that help,” said another member of the club.
“We now have hideouts or safe house in most of the major cities; we have places in the back woods and mountains all over the United States. We are currently stocking each camp with everything we need to survive. We plan on taking our families and trusted friends. We will using locations like this to protect America if all hell breaks lose. However, the last thing that we want to do is become the cause of anything going bad. That might go against what many of our members believe but we have to stay neutral,” said the President of the northern club.
“I hope as well as you that the election goes off without a hitch. Whoever wins, will be our new President. Like it or not, we will have to honor America’s choices. Let’s hope that the rest of America feels the same way. The election is now only a few days away. We have already gotten most of the big things in place, it is just a matter of making local plans, these plans must include riding anywhere we are needed,” said the president of the eastern club.
“We have to prepare to show force but not get involved unless we are absolutely needed. We know that the law will see us as instigators if we start pushing and shoving. We have to be prepared to set back and wait. We want to maintain a good image,” said the chairman.
The meeting was concluded. I got the impression from the notes that they were very close to being ready. Looking back I realize that I may have jumped to another conclusion. I realize now that I wasn’t so bad at seeing the here and now, but I was no prophet or visionary. But these men seem to not really care what was going to happen the on cared that they would be ready. Looking back I had to laugh. They were in the same boat I was, and the future was dark and we couldn’t see what was right in front of us.
That night at the Eagle Grill one of the bikers just had to ask Chas what he thought of the 2012 prophesy. Chas just laughed and said. “Well, some say its doomsday, wooo. Others said it is simply the end of the Mayan Long Count Calendar. I have heard everything from the explosion of the volcano at Yellow Stone park which is a few years over due, to the beginning of World War III, If you ask a Mayan they would tell you that it is the day that their leader returns from exile. Does that mean Alien invasion or just a friendly visit. Don’t worry to much there will probably be 30 books and 20 movies on the subject coming out in the next few years. How many know that the Mayans are not the only ones that have told stories about the year 2012. Some say that it will be a day of spiritual awakening or physical transformation that will happen rather then an Armageddon. Me I think positively without a doubt it will be the very next day and what ever happens will happen. I do by the way already have reservations to go to Cancun, Mexico for Christmas that year. And yes I arrive a week early so I will be their on December 21, 2012. Some body’s has to have a clear head. Besides I haven’t seen my brother in almost a thousand years.”
Ernie and Big Chris had been Setting a few tables away and had heard Chas’s comments. They called over the other members of the Brotherhood and told them that they needed to be careful around Chas. Chas came up to us the other night and Said. “I’m proud of you guys, we have been watching and you have come along way in a very short time. You are everything we hoped you would be. We are watching because we know your destiny we know your future. It won’t be long until you both reach out into the far corners of the universe and hold man’s fate in your hands. You are the earths only hope. And we will be prepared to help you when you are ready.”
“I ask Chas who we were, and he told me. “We are the future, we are your helpers, and above all we are your friends. Don’t worry you will become part of we, so enough.” Ernie said.
Now that was a part of the story that even I had missed. It wasn’t until much later that I became privy to the information. I wish at the time that I had know about Chas. To me he was a storyteller. I for one enjoyed his stories. I found them to be very refreshing I this world of complainers. From time to time like tonight, I felt he was really just kind of getting a rise out of people. From what I could tell, he always left a few heads shaking and smiles on everyone’s faces. 8
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November 4 2008 became a historic day in American history, a new president was elected and for the first time in our short history, an African American was elected. Barack Hussein Obama was now the president elect of the United States. America had escaped a race roit when he won, but the United States and perhaps the world was still in danger.
The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers knew that if someone tried to assasinate him that this peace and jubilation that exists in the black communities would be short lived. They also knew that the police would try and trace what ever happen back to them. They had already put the word out that Obama was off limits. They would have to reemphize it now.
The orginal conversation that had taken place at the Eagle Grill was now in place. If Obama brings the troops home before Al-Quade is defeated then the possiblities of Al-Quade following the troops back to America was very likely.
Obama had said that he planned on moving the war on terrorism to Afganistan and many hoped that Al-Quade would stand and fight us there. But no one knew at this point what would happen and the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers wanted to be ready.
They also feared a world wide collapese of the financail market that had started under the current President Goerge W. Bush. Some blamed this on the Democratic party and their raising the minume wage and their use of Fanny May and Freddie Mac. It also seemed obvious that many blamed this on the Republicians.
The people at the Eagle Grill didn’t really care who caused the problem, they just wanted it fixed and fixed now. Not a night went by when someone wasn’t getting laid off. Panic was setting in and small and large businesses were getting scared. Cutting overhead and that meant cutting staff. The people at the Eagle Grill seemed to be front and center.
Biker Nation was starting to feel the pinch as well. Money was becoming harder and harder to come by. Those members of Biker Nation that did have businesses were having to tighten their belts as well. The gun business was booming and for now that would help. It seems, that Biker Nation wasn’t the only ones that have fear about the future of America.
The individual outlaw clubs started looking into new ways to legalize their business. One of the areas that the felt they had a chance to break into was the security business. Over the last ten years, that business had doubled for them and they felt with the new pinch in the world markets that they could make an even a bigger dent.
We have manpower and we could sell the fact that when you hire our motorcycle club as security guards that you are hiring the club. We have eyes and ears everywhere. Criminals know if you mess with one of us you mess with the club as a whole. They knew that they would have to get past the reputation they had as criminals, but they felt that in this new world they could do that. They also knew that a lot of small and medium business owners were part time bikers and that would help in the long run.
I worried a little about the bikers getting into the security business; several of the things they talked about were the same things that the mafia had used fifty years ago. I didn’t think that they were talking about extortion, but I wasn’t sure if the cops wouldn’t see it that way. I wasn’t sure if some of the businesses they approached wouldn’t see that way also. This may have been one of those fine lines that we hear about all the time.
Biker Nation was also worried about all the bullshit that was going around about the new president. He hasn’t even taken office yet and there seemed to be a new story on the internet every day.
The Texas president said, “The one I love is that people are saying that Obama is the Antichrist. They say that the Bible says that the Antichrist will be of Muslim descent. First of all the bible was already completed in the fourth Century and Muhammad the profit and founder of the Muslim religion wasn’t even born until the sixth century AD.”
“They say that his age will be somewhere in his forties which is not mentioned in any Bibles that I have read. The last and only part that is close is that he is a man that will use his tongue to rule the world. He is very smooth and people all over the world seem to love him. Nevertheless, at this time I see no chance of him ruling the world. He maybe the most powerful man in the world, but the President of the United States is not the ruler of the world. I would say we have leaders in the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers that probably have more world wide power then United States President.” The Texas president continued.
“There is so much bull going around about this man. He is being praised by people all over the world. World leaders are praising him. The even pulled out a bunch of Nostradamus’s stuff and some how relate that to Obama. When is the insanity going to end? The man is popular and he is now the president elect of the United States.” The Southern California president said.
“Let’s have a little fun,” said one of the bikers, “what if Russia or the old Soviet Union is the 10-headed monster in revelations. There are at least nine countries that have broken away from the old Russian republic. Who knows what will happen in the future. The one head that is dead, That could be Russia and it is now alive again. Of the 16 original countries that belong to Russia how many will Russia try and reclaim. Or how many will join together with Russia to make a new republic. What about the old Eastern Block countries. What if it is part of the 10 heads. We could make up stuff all day long and it would still all be just a bunch of bullshit. That’s all this Obama stuff is. It’s some bodies, what if scenario.”
“Another story comes from last centuries great Kenyan Prophet, Johanwa Owalo, the founder of Kenya’s Nomiya Luo Church, and who among the Kenya people of the Luo religion is believed to be a prophet similar to Jesus Christ and Muhammad, and who in 1912 made this horrific prophecy about the United States:
“So far have they [the United States] strayed into wickedness in those [future] times that their destruction has been sealed by my [father]. Their great cities will burn, their crops and cattle will suffer disease and death, their children will perish from diseases never seen upon this Earth, and I reveal to you the greatest [mystery] of all as I have been allowed to see that their [the United States] destruction will come about through the vengeful hands of one of our very own sons.” [1]
[1] “Visions of the Great Nyasaye, A Study of the Luo Religion in Kenya”, Order of Sorcha Faal, Sister Mary McCrea © 1915
The person who wrote this said that they couldn’t verify that this so called prophecy was ever written but it sounds like something somebody made up.”
“Getting back to the real world and that is the possible assassination of Obama. This is something that we can’t allow to happen.” Said one of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers leaders, “He is the POTUS elect, aka President of the United States Elect. He ran a good campaign and he won the election. So we now owe our allegiance to him.”
“Just like, before the election we have to be ready if someone tries to kill him. The riots that will come in the aftermath of this kind of stupidity could be even too much for us to handle. But we are in this till the end. The world is in a very fragile place right now and too many things could happen that might require the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers to step up. The soldiers will be coming home sooner rather than latter and we have to be ready for what that might bring,” the president of the North California club said.
“Keep in mind this is not the worse thing that could happen to the United States there is always the chance of invaders from outer space or a new world war. They could always invent flying cars and only sale flying motorcycles or they could take away our combustible engines or bikes and make them all battery operated. Ok I might be giving a few of you nightmares. The fact is it could get worse.” The president of the eastern club said.
There was a lot of talk going on around the Biker Nation clubs. In addition, these conversations got repeated over and over again. Especially, the talk about taking away there bikes. They had heard all about the environmental push to get rid of the gas guzzling cars but most had never even thought about what would happen if they stopped making bikes that ran on gas. The bikers knew one thing for sure, the girls were not going to like it, after all one of the big draws to riding a bike was the hum of that motor.
Bike’s get good gas mileage and have a pretty good carbon footprint. But, the United States is trying to make itself energy independent and even though it might not happen tomorrow, eventually that would mean no more gas stations. I’m sure the cars would be the first to go, and for a lot of bikers that means their winter transportation their hot rod that’s in the garage all summer and comes out only when its impossible to ride the bike.
Others thought that a flying motorcycle would be kind of cool. Floating around the country on a pillar of air sounded real cool. But, that was only if they could keep their gas burners. Oh my god, this could actually happen within the next ten years. We wouldn’t be allowed to ride bikes anymore. The carbon footprint taxes would probably break us. Maybe John McCain had it right, drill baby drill.
What would become of motorcycle clubs with no gas stations or 20 dollar a gallon gasoline? Hell what would happen to all those beautiful old hot rods that we all love. A few of the older guys were thinking that the Twenty first century sucked. If you can’t ride down the rode with 1584cc of engine between you legs why ride at all. The sound of a Harley has always put it aside from other bikes. Sure a few of the older bikes had that sound like the Indians, the Ironhorse or even some of the custom bikes but to think all that may be a thing of the past. To think that riding a motorcycle down a lost highway maybe a thing of the past.
They had all come along way in the past six months, rivals were now friends and friends were now brothers. A lot had to be put aside for any of this to work. The world was changing to fast and people really didn’t understand all that was changing. Most of the bikers had tried to look forward into the future and see what was possible, but none of them or very few of them had really thought about losing their bikes to the environmental movement.
This did seem to be an eye opener for some of the bikers. As I over heard conversation after conversation and read different minutes from the meetings, I realized that this was a major point of concern. I didn’t even own a bike and I was getting a little teary eyed thinking about all the magnificent beast be taken apart. The maybe the final straw that destroyed the cowboy way of life for ever. Yes, I still see it as the cowboy way of life. They maybe riding a horse made of rubber and steel but to me it was still a cowboy’s way of life. That’s why I identify with the bikers so much. Not a lot of open range any more. My cowboy days were over when I was twenty. I would travel the world for the next 20 years in the Air Force and yes, that gave me some peace. But the death of the motorcycle would be the death of the free sprite. It would be the death of the open road. I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that anymore then Biker Nation was. After all it was still a dream of mine.
“Maybe we should think about what our future holds and we should try and get ahead of it. Let’s get some of our brain trust together and figure out a way of keeping our past time in the future. We already know that they want to tax everyone’s greenhouse footprint. First, that will probably mean higher gas taxes. They say that hybrids and totally gas free cars are only 5 years down the road; I figure more like 10 at the least and probably 30 at the most. When that happens the gas stations are going to start closing and that will make it harder to buy gas. We may need to start buying gas now while it is still cheap and store it. Does anyone know how long gas will last in the ground? What would happen if Harley Davison goes out of business? We may need to have parts on hand to keep our bikes running. Hell this is crazy just thinking about it,” the president of the eastern club said.
One of the older guys breaks in with a story, “I worry more about the snowball effect. I’ll tell you a story, I was stationed on a remote island on the Aleutian Chain once and things got out of hand.”
“First about a week before the big night a new weather officer had arrived on base. The sergeant trying to impress his new officer by shooting a weather rocket towards a Russian Trawler off the coast and the balloon landed on the Russian trawler. Keep in mind that this was during the cold war. By itself this was not a big deal, there was rarely a day that went by that we didn’t see at least one Russian trawler seating off our coastline somewhere. The Russians in responds send several more trawlers to the area. The new base commander, who had arrived on the same plane as the new weather officer, didn’t like this very much. But again, anytime something happen within two hundred miles of us they would send a few trawlers just to show us they could. Normally we would just ignore them,” he continued.
“The first big snow of the year came and the Communication Squadron decided to have a snowball fight with the fire department. In retaliation that night, the fire department got a truckload of snow and put it in front of the Air Force Satellite Facility on base. Afterwards they ran around the building knocking on all the doors and inside on her very first shift by herself was a new young Airman. This had been a yearly ritual and was all in good fun, normal the communication guys would just dig her out in the morning and do shift change through one of the five other doors. But this got her scared and she called the Security Police they came and started digging her out,” he sort of laughed.
“Earlier that day, someone had showed the operations officer a bunch of black rubber stuff they had found on one of their trips around the island. It was unbelievable what washed up on the coastlines. The island was only four miles by two miles but was rich in wonders on any given day. Half of the day rooms in every building were filled with stuff recovered from the sea,” he went on.
“One of the Police lost a gun while helping to dig out the satellite facility. That went out over the radio and the base commander who had been listening to everything going on misunderstood about how the weapon was lost,” he said with a more concerned face.
“Meanwhile, the theater was letting out and the roads had black ice on them and people started falling down all over the place. Two or three people were hurt bad enough that people called out the hospital personnel and fire department to help. Back at the satellite facility what ever they put down to start melting the snow, did something to the bullets in the gun, that had been lost and a few round went off. The policemen at the scene report shots fired over the radio. One of the firefighters saw everybody down and reported on the radio that we have people down all over the place; it looks like a massacre here. The new commander thought we were under attack, he called back to Anchorage and they scrambled the F15 jets, which fell over and scared the crap out of the Russian trawlers that were sitting off our coast. The Russians in turned scrambled their jet and World War III almost started over a snowball fight,” he concluded his story.
“That my friend is what we have to worry about. The snowball effect, one thing leads to another and then another and the next thing you know everything is getting way out of control. Their always comes a time that you can’t stop the snowball from turning. We have to be ready if the snowball ever gets out of control, whether it’s a real emergency or not. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers, have to be ready to step up and be prepared to do what ever is necessary,” on the Northern California president said. “We may need to get the hell out of the way of that snow ball too. Wait till it stops rolling to get back in the game.”
“We may need to prepare for gas shortages or even the possibility of not having gas at all. Willie Nelson makes his own gas out of deep fryer oil, I think we can do that if necessary. I here it is not really that hard and that only minimal changes have to be made to a vehicle,” the Texas president suggested.
“Sure, it may be time to look into alternative ways to keep our bikes running but let’s not start pushing the snow ball down hill just yet.” Said the older biker. “we still have time and who know what the future brings. Maybe the bikes of the future will be an improvement over what we have now. We know enough people in the custom bike world that know matter what comes down the pike we will have plenty of alternatives to choose from.”
Biker Nation seemed to be moving in the right direction. I was impressed by the way they were handling thing. I want so badly to just get in there and help out. I did pass on some gasoline making tips but that was really the extend of my help. This was their journey, I would have to make due with being a spectator, at least for now.
The Eagle Grill was getting filled with new people each week. It seems as though the cops were really getting after under aged drinkers and closing up bars in Longmont left and right. Some of the crowd from Third and Main were starting to show up at the Eagle Grill, After it was closed temporarily for serving underage drinkers, and the regulars didn’t really know how to take them. Girls were kissing ever guy they say and a few girls were even taking their tops off.
The regulars had always kept an eye out for drunk girls but they didn’t know these girls and weren’t sure how to respond. They didn’t mind the extra action and the new influx of women; they really didn’t want to rock the boat. But, like the true gentlemen they were they would find a friend to take care of these girls and just sit back and watch. Kathy would ask them to please get off her bar and politely told them that if anyone was going to have shot taken of their bodies it would be her.
Girls if you feel the need to take your cloths off go to the Bus Stop, hell you might even make some money. The Eagle Grill is not a strip club. A few of the girls didn’t even know the Bus Stop existed and were asking around about it. One of the men there said he would be glad to show them were it was. You young ladies might have a good time there, it stays open to four o’clock. A few of the girls were interested in seeing what went on at a strip club and headed off to the Bus Stop.
Personally, I did care much for the new crowd. I would see a girl sober one minute and being carried out ten minutes later. I was worried about the drugs. I didn’t know the women and I didn’t know the men that came in with them. I guess I worry to much but I guess that just comes with age. I did keep my eyes open for guys that might be putting things in drinks. I let people know I was watching to. Things seemed to calm down after awhile.
The Bus Stop always seemed to have a few girls seating around the stage. Some were bi, somewhere gay, and others were just curious. But either way the new girls seem to fit in just fine. The bouncers had a little problem with them jumping on the stage but once they learned the rules and a few did an audition, everything settles back down.
Back at the Eagle Grill their always seemed to be at least two or three young girls that didn’t know how to control their liquor, some would just cuss everyone out and make a fool out of herself. Some would even try to embarrass people trying to help her. Other were just looking for a man and would switch guys every ten minutes or so and that would sometimes result in a fight or two. It wasn’t always noticeable that one girl was causing all the trouble.
The biker didn’t seem to mind but the regulars both guys and girls were getting a little tried of all the extra drama. Hell we have had drama in here for years but we never had so many fights. One of the girls said, we want the old fashion drama back were it’s all about flirting with the wrong guy or girl and we’re the center of attention. Who do these young girls think they are coming into our bar and getting all the attention?
You can come into our bar and even flirt with our men, Hell take them home and screw their brains out for all we care. But don’t go off acting like your all that because baby we’ve been all that around here for years. You need to learn some manners. The new girls had heard that more then once and they just didn’t care. It seemed that the more they were warned the bigger their antics would get and the bolder they became. Some of the girls took it to personal and one even hit a girl up side her head with a beer bottle. Girl on girl fighting had increased and with Big John gone no one seemed to be prepared to break fights up any more. Especial when to girls were fighting. The danger wasn’t the girls, the dangers was other people thinking you were fighting the girls.
One of the ladies said “just let them go. They will have to learn the hard way that their actions aren’t going to get them what they want. Their way of getting attention is just going to keep them in a lot of trouble. They will think they are going home with one guy and end up going home with three or four. Even though that might not really care tonight, they will sorely hate themselves in the morning. Let that happen a few times and they will quickly find a new bar to reek havoc in.”
The three A’s knew a few of these girls and tried to help where they could. They would pull them aside and give them the scoop on the good guys and the bad ones. Some girls listen and some girls didn’t. Drugs seemed to be the main reason. Although, you could find someone smoking a joint on the back patio every now and then it seemed that with the influx of the new younger crowd, came harder drugs.
Ashley had sworn off drugs and booze awhile back and she seemed to love being behind the bar and out of the drama. Amanda was still the kind hearted lady that she will always be and always seemed to help even the most lost of her gender. She just had this big heart and it didn’t matter to her that the girl she was trying to help was high or drunk or even understood what was going on.
On one night out on the patio the boyfriend of one of the girl’s she was trying to help hit Amanda. Now that’s unacceptable and a few friends of Amanda, girls, jumped on the guy and then a few of these new girls jumped on them and Amanda and the other girls and there was a big fight right out in front of the bar. The bouncer took forever it seemed to get involved but finally a bunch of people got thrown out.
The Cougars were thinking maybe its time to find a new bar, like Big Chris had several weeks before. Amber wasn’t there that night she had been with Big Chris across town. I had gone to a western club in the town of Loveland about 10 miles away and showed up about an hour after the fight. Chas was also absent and so were a lot of the regulars that helped when fights happened.
Maybe it’s just my generation, what happen to the rules like you never hit a women, treat elders with respect, be nice to animals, or treat others as you want to be treated. Has the new generation just lost all there manners. I expect people to call me sir. My children certainly better. I treat other people with respect. Hell, I respect myself to much to treat others like that. You don’t see me mad very often, but on that night I was pissed off. I actually contemplated hunting the man down. I did here that the girls that jumped on him beat the crap out of him, and that calmed me down a little.
The cougars were glad to see a lot of the girls thrown out that had been causing trouble over the last few weeks. The Cougars may have loved their young men but they still acted in a respectable manner. They would meet young men and get to know them and then date them if they liked them. Yes from time to time the would pick a young man up, but usually they had their eyes on this one young man for weeks, if not months. Many of the cougars had regular boyfriends and some of those relationships had lasted for months and even years. Yes, they liked the younger men but they respected themselves even more. Sure, they like the attention of the younger men but they still looked for a maturity level in these men.
Holly and Cindy had been off on this night and after hearing about all the going on’s, was happy to be safe and any where but the Eagle Grill. Holly had been thinking about quitting for awhile. She had been looking for a new job. She didn’t like the new younger crowd that seemed to be taking over the Eagle Grill. I didn’t blame her. She had a degree in home decorating and I had heard that she was very good at it. I hoped her new profession would work out. All I knew was that I would miss her if she left the Eagle.
I had started driving some of the ladies home at the end of the night but I didn’t want to deal with these new girls. I tried to help a few out here and their and a couple of them passed out in his jeep and I had to wait until they woke up to find out were they lived. I decided I wasn’t going to help them out any more. I think I was afraid one might yell rape or start spreading lies about me. I was afraid that one of the neighbors might think I was trying to take advantage of them and call the cops. I really didn’t need this kind of drama in his life. I keep thinking that people at the bar would see me leave with them. I didn’t know if they had given there address or phone number to anyone. If something happen to them latter in the night people might think, I had something to do with it. I still try to help the regulars out but I had to start drawing the line somewhere.
For what I could see, a few of the others that helped get people home in the bar stopped helping them out too. We didn’t need the drama. Amber pitched in and helped a few of these ladies. The taxi phone number was on the bar and personally I would prefer to pay for a taxi for one of these girls then give them a ride myself.
All the talk about the election had died down and no one seemed to care anymore. No one was really even discussing what the future looked liked. Most were happy that the gas prices had fallen and the price of the day was always mentioned by someone, the lack of snow was on everybody’s mind. Maybe global warming was real. It still seemed to get cold but what happen to the snow. Someone was saying that we usually get our first snow by Halloween and here it is Thanksgiving and we haven’t had snow in Longmont yet.
In Longmont, people were still worried about getting laid off from their jobs. Business at the Eagle Grill was good but that wouldn’t last to long if people keep getting laid off. Everybody was looking for work for either a friend a neighbor or a loved one. Some felt that the problems would go away sooner rather then later. After all the confidence in leadership had caused a lot of the problems and now with a new leader confidence should go up. The holidays were coming and with the extra money from the low gas prices people had a little money in there pockets.
All it takes is a few good quarters of economic up turn and we are right back where we were a few years ago. Once consumer confidence picks up companies will start hiring again and soon people will be buying houses and the economy will be good again. With all the new money, the government is throwing at the banking industry; we should be rebounding quickly.
Back at Biker Nation, headquarters talk about new business ventures came up. Someone brought up Chas and asked if he had been seen poking around. A few of the National presidents mentioned a general and a major that had been dropping by their local hangouts and leaving manila envelopes with the statement For National Presidents Eyes Only CHAS. Is that the same guy.
I don’t think so. The Chas at the Eagle Grill is a storyteller. He come up with all these crazy things. He will tell you that they are stories and never claims that they are fact. I’ve never seen him in a uniform. Chas is as tall as Big Chris. Normal kind of guy wears golfer clothing. Is this General or Major Tall?
Someone said that both were tall but maybe only six two or six three. One was older had gray hair. The other was Blond. Doesn’t sound like the same men. Chas has brown hair.
“You know what, I found a manila envelope in my mail box about a week before the Montana raid,” Ernie said. “I wonder who left that. Somebody out there knows what we are trying to do and is either helping us or setting us up. Maybe this is a test to see if we are honorable. I have also been getting manila envelops with money in them. I thought that was coming from the visiting chapters as a token or something. However, now that I think about it there was some writing on them pressed into the envelope. I think I have a few in my Bike I’ll be right back.”
Some were saying that since we had capital right now, from the sell of guns, that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers could invest in the new green rage. The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers could start installing solar panels and wind mills. We could hire teams to do the work for us and expand nationwide quickly. Few business have our resources right now. We have chapters all over the country right now and could quickly expand into every town in America.
Other felt that although green should be a good money making venture that going green didn’t seem to fit the outlaw’s reputation. I can see expanding our security and gun businesses, but going green. One of the bikers said, remember we don’t have to actually do the work we can set up front men to handle the contacts and workers to handle the installations. Green is a business that is going to take off like wild fire very soon.
Expanding out security business is still a priority because that allows us to kill two birds with one stone. If we are getting paid to guard, a complex then that’s a few less people we have to have out on the streets patrolling and a few people that are getting paid to do the business of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers. Nevertheless, nothing says we can’t expand into more then one area at a time. It seems that our bylaws keep expanding every day anyway. After all, we do need to make money. The security field bothers me because I know the cops are going to think that we are pulling off some kind of extortion campaign. The guns are an old business that the feds still think is illegal no matter what we do to keep it above board.
Maybe if we did something that the police couldn’t say is illegal they would believe us. I doubt that, but what the hell it’s worth a try. If we are going to stay under the radar and keep the feds off our backs we are going to have to put up a good facade.
It seemed that the more bikers changed the more the feds think they are doing something illegal. They had legalized over 90% of their businesses and still the feds came after them. Just because a few members of their club were arrested for some crime they always assume that we are a major crime family.
Like the movie the God Father when Michael tried to legalize all the business of his family most of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers Clubs had done the same. The Feds where always living in the past. They couldn’t understand that most of the illegal enterprises of the past were exactly that, businesses of the past. Just like the car bombs and the killing between rival clubs was a thing of the past.
Any time an incident would come up it was the same old story. The Motorcycle Clubs A and B are at war with each other. Little did the Feds know that the leaders of these clubs were meeting all the time and they were sick of the killing? They had called a truce themselves. They knew all the bad publicity that their wars had caused. Beside they had become a brotherhood and that brotherhood was growing, all the clubs were expanding and all the clubs were benefiting. Just like IBM they were now a national corporation with different divisions each with their own niche in the new free market world and business for now at least was good.
Biker Nation itself was coming together, they were taking on more and more of the security responsibilities. They were watching the schools, the malls the neighborhood parks. They were at all the events where large amounts of people were. Sometimes they got paid and sometimes it was just a Biker Nation mission.
They were starting to understand how important they were to the security of the nation. Contacts were turning over outsiders, and they were able to put away a few of the bad guys. They were able to infiltrate several Muslim communities and they were getting information that way. They had contacts in the drug world, they would find out information through their drug contacts. Biker Nation was growing, both in membership and pride. They had set out to accomplish a mission and they were now almost ready.
Many smaller biker clubs were joining the cause. Many independents were asking to join the big six. Chapters were being started all over America and new membership was up. The leaders realized that this was because of the new mission. Many of these men were already hard-core bikers and in many ways were just like the outlaw’s but they had felt that the real meaning of the outlaw motorcycle clubs had been lost along time ago. Sure, they all had friends that were patched to one club or another but they had never joined because the clubs did not represent the true meaning of what they started out to be. They wanted to belong to clubs that believed that freedom was our most precious gift. These were men that lived by the same code as the outlaw’s but never like the lawless attitude of some of the clubs.
They never judged their lifestyle they just choose not to join. But, now things were changing this new mission of the Biker Nation had changed many of these independents attitude towards the clubs. They were protecting America and that was something that these men could support.
Many of these men didn’t like that many clubs were openly racist. They didn’t like that they were troublemakers. Nevertheless, over the years they found more and more members that didn’t accept this as part of the culture. They may not stop someone in their ranks from believing what they believed but the leadership had stop pushing this down from the top. Many members had been asked to clean up their act. They let people know that their actions reflected greatly upon the club. Even what went on the clubs vest was changed. They did stop you from expressing yourself with tattoo’s but they did ask that certain items be removed from the club vest. Racist Items for example.
No one was ever asked not to protect themselves or even walk away from trouble, they were just asked to avoid trouble when possible. Many clubs like the local Longmont heartland motorcycle clubs had adapted this mentality from the get go. You will never find a loudmouth troublemaking member of this heartland motorcycle clubs. They always remember they are part of an organization. They know that what they do reflects on their brothers. They are more likely to use strength in numbers to solve their problems, then the strength in brut force. That doesn’t mean that they won’t fight to defend themselves or the honor of their club, it just means that silence to them is golden and God help the fool that gets in their way.
Ernie had showed the other members the envelopes and several of them compared envelops they had and it seemed that they all came from the same place. Ernie called Big Chris to see if Chas was at the Eagle Grill that night and then headed over there himself.
Ernie and Big Chris walked over to Chas on the patio and sat down. Ernie dropped the envelops, on the table and asked Chas if he knew anything about them. Chas said no. Ernie said take a close look. The envelopes have your name on them. Both Chas and Big Chris gave Ernie a strange look. And then each picked up an envelop to look at. They both had the letters in all capital CHAS.
Chas said, “you do know that Chas is just a nick name. Kathy gave it to me because she hates my real name. What makes you think that I have anything to do with the envelopes?”
Ernie said, “These envelopes have been showing up all over America with information and money in them. When you talked to Chris and me the other night you used the word we a lot. It made me think that you might have some kind of connection. You said you would tell us something soon. Maybe now is a good time.“
“The time is coming and you will understand. The meaning of we. Here is something to think about, or drive you crazy, The Coalition of Human and Alien Species, CHAS.” Chas concluded and walked away.
Ernie turn to big Chris and said, “I think his does that on purpose. Just to get a rise out of us. But something is going on, and I need to get to the bottom of it.”
Big Chris said, “I learned a long time ago in the military that something’s are best left alone. I think this might be one of those things. I don’t know Chas very well but other then the cock a mammy stories he tells, he has always been honest. I have never seen him do anything that could remotely be considered dishonest.”
Ernie and Big Chris called me over and asked if I knew anything about the envelops, I told them no. Which was the truth. The told me what Chas had said and what the the letters CHAS meant. I just laughed. Chas is just razzing you. I thought about what they had said that night and I was starting to wonder if I was in over my head. I didn’t tell them that I had meet Chas while I was in the military. I didn’t tell them I knew a few things about him or at least suspected a few things. I knew better then to do any research on Chas so I decided to drop it.11
12
The First big blow after 9-11 came to Mumbia, India. The terrorist struck just after nine, in the morning at Hotels and buildings all over the city. People were in their beds and in the foyers of the hotels when the first of three bombs went off. At two other hotels, in two other areas of the city, children died and children cried as they saw friends die.
The terrorist held on to the American and British hotel guest and let everyone else go. They wanted to make a statement to America. We will find you no matter where you are in the world. They killed police in the streets and film crews had pictures of the gunmen smiling as they killed anyone they could in the streets. Like 9/11 they hit multiply sites at one time they killed anyone and everyone that got in their way. The Police Chief and several other high-ranking police officers of the Mumbia police force were killed.
Early reports had six American dead from the attacks but this didn’t matter to the Biker Nation. They knew that we were lucky this time, first because it wasn’t on American soil and second because the death toll to American’s was so low. This didn’t matter to the families that lost loved ones that day. Biker Nation saw this as an attack on American. Unfortunately, most American didn’t see it that way; they saw it as part of a war that had been going on for years in India between the Indian government and the Muslims, many didn’t even believe that there was an Al-Quada link.
Israel on the other hand did see this as an attack on them. An Israeli mission in Mumbia had also been singled out. They knew that this was a message to them that they were at war with the Muslim extremist. Some American saw this as the first test for Barrack Obama but he hadn’t even taken office yet. Maybe it was a warning to him, who knows.
What I saw was the children dieing, that boiled my blood. It did scare me it made me want to kill. I have no mercy for those that kill children. I respect a good fight. I respect men standing up for their rights. I even respect men protecting their country. When I was in Iraq, I had mixed feelings about the local fighters. I didn’t call them terrorist. Unless they started killing children. I hated that they killed American; I had a problem with that because I knew these men and I knew they had no ill will against the Iraq people. They wanted to make the country safe so they could go home. I didn’t like that they killed Americans but I didn’t hate them for that reason. The ones that bombed open markets and killed women and children I hated. We innocents are involved it’s terrorism. When soldiers are involved it’s war.
The word went out quickly. “We have to start making our presents known in support of American troops. Many of us already belong to groups that ride at the funerals of fallen soldiers but we need to make sure that the band of Sixty thousand riders that show their respect, is full of members from the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers. From the east coast, to the west, from the north, and to the south, bikers from every club outlaw’s and non-outlaw’s road to the towns that had lost citizens.
The bikers mostly came to show their support for the family’s that lost loved ones. This time it was civilians but they were there for our soldiers too. When many of them lost friends in other wars few were there to say their good byes. They had vowed long ago that that wouldn’t happen again. When asked or given permission they road with funeral precession after funeral precession. This was not done to promote themselves. This was done to let the families know that they stood by them. Rolling Thunder was also their, they have always supported the troops that protect us and today, they support the victims and the families of those soldiers.
Several groups had demonstrated against the troops at funerals and this is why Rolling Thunder and other groups were formed. They set up a barricade between the families and the demonstrators. What kind of people demonstrate against soldiers. These people have no moral values and are the scum of the earth. How could you hate the soldiers that have willingly given their lives to protect your right to demonstrate?
The bikers knew how it felt to be demonstrated against. They knew the pain and they knew how it made their families feel. They had long ago let that go, they were not going to set back and watch these idiots do it again to these men of honor. These men had sacrificed and given their lives for our country. The families of the soldiers and today the civilian’s deserved the utmost respect.
People of America for the first time saw 100 bikes then another 100 bikes ride through small town America. In the cities and on the interstate you could find thousands if not 10’s of thousands of bikers riding together for several different clubs. They would slow down and make their presents know in each town they passed. They did this to let Americans know that they had their back. Some people may have missed the news and didn’t understand what was going on. The had American flags on their bikes and signs that said we support our Troops. They had raised money and had earned the right to fly those signs. That is why you hear me call them men of Honor.
Over one hundred thousand bikes total had ridden in the support of our soldiers. This had started long before the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers had started this new mission. Today the outlaws headed for a meeting in Kansas City, Kansas. They had to find out if this could happen in America. How did this get by the law enforcement of a country that has been fighting this battle for decades? How could this have happen. The families had shed their tears over the last several days. Now it was time to get to work. This time law enforcement would also make its presents known. Law enforcement wasn’t there in the middle of a thousand bikers to cause trouble but rather to see what was going on. They had heard rumors about the Biker NAtion and in some ways turned a blind eye towards them but now was an opportunity to see them face to face.
Slowly Biker Nation hit the highways home. Several smaller meetings took place with different groups. Several towns thought they were being invaded. Nevertheless, slowly, the clubs all returned home. With the exception of the leaders who stayed in Kansas to work out details and figure out how they could prevent this from happening in America. This was a relatively a small group of terrorist that had reeked havoc on a large town. If the Feds are right and 12 Muslims cross the border every month, then there could already be enough terrorist in the United States to attack several cities at once.
There wasn’t a lot of finger pointing on the cold fall day. However, there were a lot of questions. In addition, there was some good information about what had happen, being shared by everyone. “We spent to much efforts watching the big town and the little towns will become targets” One Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers leader said. “We have to make sure we are there during the mornings and the nights when kids are coming to school and when kids are leaving and have gone, at night we need to watch the schools,” said another. “We cannot let our guard down because if we do we will pay for it dearly,” said another. “This is the kind of event they want. Multiply sites in multiple cities all at the same time. This is the way they will prove to us that they can hit any where at any time.”
Police officers said they will be the ones to blame and mayors said they will be the ones to blame. But it really doesn’t matter to Biker Nation. They all knew that it would be no ones fault. Let’s just stop it before it happens. The truth was that the plan, no matter how good it was, is bound to fail if everyone doesn’t work together.
It has been said if you guard everything you guard nothing. But that was said long before the new citizen soldier was born before Biker Nation. Biker Nation couldn’t guard everything but they could guard what other were not capable of guarding.
The enemy had planted the bombs and they didn’t care if they died. They wanted to be martyrs for their cause. No one could blame the police, or the communities if and event like this happen inside the United States. The battle now was not to overlooked the sneakiness of the enemy and underestimated how truly horrifying terrorist can be.
During the Vietnam days soldiers we called baby killers. The difference is whether or not children were kill intentionally. I do not believe an American soldier as ever intentionally killed a child. They have done it to protect fellow soldiers or to protect themselves but they never did it out of hate. Terrorist on the other hand target innocent children and women and they kill them just because they can.
Biker Nation was almost ready. They were already being effective and they were already making in roads with law enforcement. They were now being considered part of the solution and not part of the problem. All walls had not fallen down but some were starting to crumble.
“We truly don’t have the numbers; it will take to accomplish this mission.” said a senior law enforcement officer, “We need to figure out how to make this come together. You won’t see my office fighting the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers when it comes to the freedom of America. I see now that I can use all the help I can get. And for the record, this is not the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers I have sworn to put away, I truly do see that you want to help. From the best information that we have, some terrorist cell have been in the United States for many years. One of our recent raids against an Al-Quada safe house revealed some very interesting information.”
“These members were all hard working Muslims that have been very low keyed. They bought the bomb making material over a two-year period. None of us will see this coming. When we raid the house we found plans that indicated that they have been planning to use a car bomb against our schools, but after seeing the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers outside the schools, they changed their plans. The best that we can tell the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers saved lives. We could have lost many children in three or four schools and had many more injured. If the original plan had been put into place, we believe we would have lost hundreds. So, the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers saved lives,” said a senior law enforcement officer.
“With the laws the way they stand right now in the United States I don’t see how we can protect everyone.” Said the president of the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers, “Even with our numbers we can’t be everywhere at the same time. We have jobs and family like the rest of you. We do feel committed to this mission; we just need help. Small town USA is the most vulnerable; they have one or two Police officers, maybe a sheriff, and a few deputies. The big towns can get support from the local community leaders and businessmen and they have more money. They can pay for security guards. Small town stores barely stay afloat as it is. We need to decide where the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers can help most. We may also need to look into changing the Posse Comitatus Act.”
“What is the world coming to? Are we going to have to put up road blocks and put military soldiers on every street corner in order to keep our citizens safe. I’m not sure I see any other way to accomplish this,” said one politician.
“I am not sure that this was a big enough event to change the opinion of the American people,” said another politician. “I think that citizen patrols are still the most cost effective way and the easiest way to accomplish this task. And yes that does mean a group like the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers. I’ll admit I like the way you have organized. I like your commitment. I fear you strength though,” said one of the police officers.
“The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers is only about 20 thousands members, we do get help from other organizations but it is extremely limited. We are also not welcome in many communities and we don’t go where we are not welcome,” said the president of the Heartland Club. “I’m sure school principles are not going to allow the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers members to guard there schools at night. Many people think we are all a bunch of criminals. We step into this mission thinking we could guard the United States, we’ve had some success, but the events of the last few days have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt to me that we can not do this alone”
“What is it that we can do to help,” said one politician. “American may be ready to listen. We can possible help with money, we can help by sharing some information, we can help some with cooperation. We can stop some duplication and help reinforce when possible.”
“What I hear is the words possibly and some,” The president of the Texas club said. “We have a world wide membership we have over 3 thousand members outside the United States. We currently are recruiting members in Muslim countries both in the Middle East and Africa but they are not yet true members. We hope that we can get them to understand the bikers code and the brotherhood that we offer them, If we are successful, we maybe able to infiltrate deep within the Al-Qaeda organization.
“Harley Davison has already increased their sales in all those countries. We are willing to share information with law enforcement but like you, we will have to keep our membership secret. If you did share information with us; we could use it to better horn our efforts. One of the things that we could help with is the protection of humanitarian aid to countries we have an organization established. It would help to get paid for efforts like this. If we could show these people that we are good people then they might be willing to join us, or at least help us with information. It would also help cut terrorist food and supply chains.” The president of an Alabama Club said.
“Don’t get me wrong we are not going to allow Middle Eastern or all African clubs to become full members in our organization like we do with some European and some Asian Clubs. What we are talking about is getting them organized; getting them to buy into the freedom aspect of our organization, the brotherhood. We are talking about organizing clubs that have at their core value protecting their country and citizens. We believe that we can convince them that the family values that we live by is the same as the family values that they care so deeply about. We are offering them the same thing that Al-Qaeda is offering them. A brotherhood that wants to unite their people. Besides, who could turn down belonging to a motorcycle club. Where we differ with Al-Quada is that we will not put at our core killing innocent people. We will teach helping the community and strong national pride. Protecting communities, instead of destroying them.” Said the president of the heartland club
The politicians and law enforcement were worried that the outlaw clubs were getting to big and that they may become responsible for building the organization that could eventually over throw the world. They knew they now had membership in Russia and most of the eastern block countries. They still believed that the main purpose of the outlaw clubs was criminal and they were afraid that if they provided money that that money would be used to help the outlaw clubs grow their illegal enterprises.
It looked like for a while that everything was going in the right direction but someone’s strong opinion would always derail anything that would really help. Politicians couldn’t sell the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers just yet and they were not going to jeopardize their political life for a bunch of bikers, even if they did believe in their hearts that these bikers might be our best hope.
After the meeting, Biker Nation was paid a visit by a few good men that offered to bank roll their efforts in the Middle East and Africa. They never said who they were or who authorized their venture, let’s just say their money was green and they smelled of old leather. They provided a few men to help with the accounting but they seemed to want to stay as far away from Biker Nation as they could, and Biker Nation was happy with that.
Bikes were being sent overseas, both old and even a few new ones, I think a few clubs had a trade in your old bike for a new one parties. Surprisingly enough, there wasn’t as many takers as you might think. It seemed most bikers loved the older styles. The few bikers that did trade in the old bikes; had ridden theirs to the ground and were ready for a new motorcycle. The brotherhood formed a club within the United States called Ali Baba Motorcycle Club and they recruited Arabs to join. They also created a Persian Motorcycle club called the Tehzeeb Ajam MC. They used fellowship as a recruitment tool and were fairly successful. They plan to get members of that club to go to places like Egypt, United Arab Emirates, Jordan, Marocco, and Turkey to recruit new members. Their goal was to make an all Arab Group (Sunni) and an all Persian Motorcycle club (Shia). But it was never said that either group could not join the other. It was hoped that within a few years they would be able to have members in Iran, Syria, Lebanon, and even Iraq. Biker Nation would stay as close as possible with them and befriend them at every possible moment.
Two other groups were recruited. The Kurds and the Assyrians, they became non-biker organization that would help out where needed. They were able to help bridge the language gap and teach history. The Kurds were mostly Sunni. The Assyrians were Christian. Neither were none to be radical against the United States and both had helped out early in the Iraq War.
They hoped that they would become loyal to their new brothers and eventually help with the over throw of Al-Qaeda type groups in the Middle East and Africa. Biker Nation started recruiting members for the world wide Ali Baba and Tehzeeb Ajam Clubs inside the United States and Europe and stated exporting them to countries across the globe. If Biker Nation could build a brotherhood that was very strong in their communities; they knew they could build a strong bond with these clubs. They did not push religion or loyalties other then to the worldwide motorcycle clubs. They worked hard to recruit members that did not like what Al-Quada was doing. They looked for members that had family members killed by Al-Queda.
Although, they worked with these clubs they didn’t allow them to wear Brotherhood patches. They allowed them to do charity runs but did not push associations with their own clubs. They mentored but never forced members to be apart of their clubs. They allowed different motorcycles to be ridden. They followed different rules that were written by club members with the help of brotherhood members that spoke their language. The general rules stayed the same. Brotherhood, patriotism, loyalty, honesty and family.
Meanwhile back in the good old United States Biker Nation was continued it’s pursuit of terrorist. They had become more aware of their surroundings and had built closer ties to the communities that they represented. They wanted this to work. Every now and then, someone would tell them about someone they suspected. Most of the time the suspicions were unfounded but every now and then, they got luck. They started turning over more and more information to the local law enforcement. This helped a little but the riff between law enforcement and them was so bad that nothing really seemed to weaken the tear.
America was a bit surprised at the amount of bikers that came through there cities and towns. I’m not quit sure they realized how many bikers there were. To them they were all outlaw’s even though only about 1% were actual Outlaw Bikers. The news played up the meeting in Kansas of the ten thousand. Reports were both good and bad. Commentators all had to give there two cents.
“What if the Bikers decide to take over America? How would we stop them?” Asked one reporter, “you can't tell me that this was not a show of force, a warning to all American. We can all see what is happening in Mexico with the drug cartels; this is the same thing.”
Another more level headed reporter stated, ”they came to show there support for the families. I didn’t see one thing that indicated any ill intentions. I know for a fact that they meet with local police officers, the mayor of the towns and offered money and support to every town that had citizen lost. They do the same thing for the soldiers that die in Iraq and Afghanistan. This doesn’t sound like some kind of conspiracy. This doesn’t sound like some kind of radical terrorist organization. I know for a fact the several outlaw’s Clubs in my home town do charity events on almost a monthly basis and if it wasn’t for good, and I mean good people like this that a lot of charities would go unfunded.”
Several political commentators brought up Posse Comitatus and asked if maybe this wasn’t an answer to that law. They pondered the question of whether motorcycle clubs could take up the slack of the military. Would the President declare martial law? Would law enforcement be willing to work with motorcycle clubs.
Little did they know that many of those details had already been worked out? A tentative agreement was now in place with the Local, State, and Federal Governments. Even a few well intended Senators and Congressmen had attended one or several of the Kansas meetings. They had discussed Posse Comitatus and the implications of appealing the law.
Once it got out that several Senators and Congressmen had plans to over turn Posse Comitatus, all hell broke loose. Groups were coming out of the wood work saying that the government was declaring martial law and that the rights of every man and women in America was at stake. “If we let them get away with this then the next thing you know you will have soldiers breaking down you door in the middle of the night. You will no longer be allowed to come and go as you please without passing through 20 check points. Do you want a soldier on the street, at every corner. Do you really think the government will be able to keep them in check. They will be stealing from us and raping our women. All the freedoms that we know will be over.”
Some were more sensable and realized all the help the soldiers could provide. They stated that we could use soldiers at the airport, in malls, at the school, at all major events and any other place a lot of people were all gathered together. Lots of Americans were mad at the reference to rape and stealing comments and came down hard on those that said it. But everything was not peaceful. Several demonstations got out of hand and more then a few of Biker Nation members took offense to the slanding of our American forces. They made a few showings at a few of the rallies and even the police took a minor offense to them showing up.
The police stood back and watched but they were a little scared when a thousand bikers showed up in their town. Biker Nation kept it’s cool and rode with American Flags on their bikes and banners that said we support the troops. The demonstators seem to get the message, even though the message remained unspoken.
The police came away with a slight smile on their faces after a few back room talks. Biker Nation assured the police that they did not intended to cause problems but asked them not to tell anyone. A few mayors agree to make statements that would not look good on Biker Nation with the Biker Nation approval. Treats were made by the Mayors such as I don’t think my police force could handle a thousand bikers if they decide to go on a rampage. I don’t know what you think but they look like they are ready to kill somebody. It may be days before the National Guard can get here. I am going to have to pull back my officers to ensure none of them get hurt. It didn’t take long before rallies were broken up and they all just stopped after a few other Mayors did the same thing.
Treats were made, according to the press, the bikers are taking over. However, most Americans welcomed their presents and many towns would line their streets with flags and welcome signs when the bikers rode through. Don’t mess with the troops, they do what every they are asked and they are the most decent and honest among us. People all over America stated rallying behind getting rid of Posse Comitatus. Biker Nation was stepping back and trying to make a plan of what to do if Posse Comitatus was over turned.
Most of Biker Nation members believed that they would still be needed. Even with the American soldiers, pitching in, it would still be hard to stop a terrorist if they really wanted to harm us. It only takes a few bombs to terrorize a community, hell they didn’t even have to kill people to get the people scared as hell.
For me I thought I would just set back and wait. That worked for a while; however, I knew that I was slowly being pulled in. Ernie asked me to join them at a few runs and thought it would be good for me to get a first hand look at what was going on. Ernie, let me make my own decisions about their progress and Posse Comitatus. I thought it would be great if Posse Comitatus was repealed, but I didn’t see it happening. If Posse Comitatus was repealed it wouldn’t mean that soldiers would be on the street or even helping with the war against terror within the United States.
Back at the Eagle Grill things were heating up. Big Chris and his girlfriend Amber, who had been dating for a few months where starting to get to Kathy. Kathy wanted Big Chris back; things between Kathy and Amber seem to be heating up. Amber doesn’t quite understand the relationship between Kathy, Big Chris’s ex girlfriend of six years, and Big Chris. Kathy seems to be a little over protective of Chris and Amber is getting tried of that real quick. Kathy and Big Chris are still great friends. Not sure, what really happen but Amber says Kathy threatened her and Kathy said Amber threatened her. The people at the Eagle Grill are glad that a fight didn’t break out because they like them both. Amber is use to seeing Big Chris hugging all the girls and she is finding out real quick that no matter where Big Chris goes he has ton’s of girls hanging all over him. Kathy is not ready to let go just yet. But you have to give it to Amber, she is hot and she knows it and for now she has the heart of one of the most popular men in town.
People were still talking about the Halloween party, which happen on a Friday night this year and it seemed that the whole town showed up. They were turning them away at the door and it was only 10 o’clock. They had a custom contest so everyone was dressed up in Halloween garb.
There were a lot of new faces on this night but none of the Biker Nation crews showed up. A lot of the men were having a good time with the influx of new girls in the bar and all the hot outfits they were wearing. Some of the girls were wearing barely enough to even be called clothing. You had the sexy nurses, the little red riding hoods, the pirate wenches, the biker chicks (not sure they were in Custom), the hookers, and of course the old hags. They were all having a lot of fun.
There is something about All Hollows Eve that just seems to bring out the love in people. There were people making out everywhere at the Eagle that night. The girls just seem to feel like what the hell, I’m in custom and nobody knows who I am. Men were enjoying their new found attention, they were getting, the men were loving every minute of it. A few had said they wished Halloween came every night.
The cougars were looking extra tasty, and the young men were following them around like tomcats. A few of them actually dressed in cat customs, One had cat contacts in her eyes and just looked exceptional. Some of the men loved it and others thought it was a little creepy. I personally couldn’t help but stare, I had known this lady for almost a year and tonight was the first time I just wanted her.
The cat was having to much fun and getting to much attention to bother with me. I just bided my time and she eventually lit by me. She was exhausted and a little intoxicated but she wasn’t ready to go home just yet. The cat and me walked out together that night and rumors flew. A few of the cougars that knew me figured I had just given her a ride home, but several people figured I had finally score with one of the cougars I pretended to hate so much.
I don’t hate the cougars, hell I understand them. We all like to feel loved, we all like attention. Even me, the preverbal barfly likes attention sometimes. I didn’t care much for the rumors.
Holly and Cindy had busted their asses on Halloween and were doing their best to get the place cleaned and the people out the door. Kate was there dressed in costume and she was helping the girls put away the back bar that they only pulled out on the big nights, Joe Cool had pulled in the people like always and the owner had booked them for Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years.
I often wonder what brings out the drive in women. One on one I know what to do, but I’m talking about a night like Halloween when all the ladies seemed to just let go. Is their something in the air or is it just seeing everyone else have fun, that let you lower you inhibitions. I don’t know but if I find out I’m gonna bottle the stuff and get rich.
Back at the clubhouse that night the Biker Nation was talking about a report that came out that said the United States could expect to be attacked by terrorist that would use a nuclear, possible dirt bomb or even more likely a weapon that carried biological agents. They said it would probably happen somewhere between now and 2013. One of the guys said now don’t go start talking about December 21 2012 again. The other bikers said no this is a real report by a bipartisan commission. Hell, they briefed Obama and Biden about it, this is for real. They recommended they start preparing for germ warfare events within the United States.
“They said the same thing that we have been saying for months, that our chances of being attacked are growing not shrinking and this report will be released to the public very soon. I think the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers should get a copy and we need to get the word out as soon as possible. This is something you can read about on Yahoo. Wasn’t it Biden himself that said the new President would be tested within the first six months of taking office. This is crunch time gentleman and we need to get ready,” the chairman of biker Nation said.
“This report recommends the new president to appoint one official on his National Security Council that will handle this kind of problem exclusively. They will deal with all of the United States intelligence and foreign-born intelligence and policies on combating the spread of biological and nuclear weapons. I kind of think that the report takes its finding very seriously and I think the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers should take it seriously too.” The president of the eastern club said.
“This report was written by Senators Bob Graham and Senator Jim Talent who had a commission on the prevention of weapons of mass destruction proliferation and terrorism. These are the same guys that had the hotel that they were going to stay in, in Afghanistan blown up just hours before they arrived. They know that terrorist groups don’t have the knowledge, or even scientist or even the technical ability to make these weapons on there own, they do fear that scientist might join there cause and that would be the beginning of the end for America,” The chairman of biker Nation said.
“It only takes one or two men that are willing to sell their souls for money and the next thing you know boom boom boom. The report did say that they feared biological weapons more then nuclear or dirty bombs but either could reek havoc,” the president of the eastern club said.
I did worry that Biker Nation wouldn’t be able to stop something so big from happening. I knew that Biker Nation also had fall back points. They had stop meeting at the same location each week or so and started using the internet to have meetings. I guess they realized that it wasn’t good to have all the generals at one place. Other meeting between the Vice Presidents and even the Sergeants at arms were also taking place. Strategy meetings were happening daily with people from all of the United States and world for that matter. I was beginning to worry. The more I heard, the scarier it got. However, Biker Nation didn’t seem to be affected. News came, plans were changed or plans were updated and the word got out.
I had heard about a few raids they had done and they were capturing terrorist. I never did find out what they did with them, I guess some information didn’t get down to me.
Another weekend had come and gone. That Wednesday Big Chris and Ernie saw Chas sitting alone in the bar area and joined him. “So what are you watching tonight Chas. Any news for us.” Ernie said.
I knew that that Big Chris and Ernie were looking for some answers so I slowly moved over to a bar stool close by. I had meet Chas 20 years ago, and I was curious myself at what all this “we” business was. And if your going to say things like Coalitions of Human and Alien Species (CHAS) then you need to back that up. But then again this was Chas.
“I’m watching the angel that just walked in,” Chas said.
Big Chris said, “She is a looker, but when you say stuff like that Chas I have to wonder are you talking about a real angel or a beautiful women. You do make me wonder about you sometimes Chas”
Ernie said “I’ll second that Chas or mister we or however you are. We wants some answers” Ernie looked out at the dance floor and he saw the angel Chas was taking about. He lost his train of thought and started staring at her.
If you couldn’t tell she was an angel from the wings on her back. You soon found out when she open up her mouth and started to sing. Her wings were folded into her body and to some her wings may have looked like a tattoo. Big Chris commented, “she sure sounds like an angel.” He gave Chas a strange stare, what aren’t you telling us Chas.
Her long flowing hair and her eyes gave her away at least to Chas. It’s not always easy to see angels but a few like Chas, who had meet a few over the year could tell just by the way she floated across the room.
Now she will tell you she’s a traveling gypsy here in Longmont to visit the renaissance fair. However, Chas knew better, she graced the Eagle Grill for a reason. Although most there that night might not realize the effect she had on the place, Chas could. Chas could tell by the big smiles on the face’s of the patrons that night.
When a women that was a little shy stated to have problems with a song, the angel stepped up and helped her out. What started out as a possible disaster; turned out to be a wonderful surprise. The young girls voice started to soar. You could see from the sound of this new voice; that she didn’t even know she could sing like that, the voice was magical. Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened. Wow, was a common phrase and the crowd was clapping so hard and whistles could be heard, even from the patio. Several people came in to see who was singing. It’s funny that people didn’t even see the angel standing beside the young lady, because all eyes were focused on the young lady with the new found voice.
Big Chris said, “Wow, where did that come from.” And he again gave Chas a strange look. “I see the angel as you call her Chas walk off the stage, I don’t remember her being up there when the girl was singing. Maybe she is an angel.”
Ernie slowly came out of his trance. “Wow, that was incredible. I’ve known that girl for years and never knew she could sing like that. Hey, where did she come from. Chas what the hell are you trying to pull.”
Chas said, “Few know but that’s what angels do. The sweep in, bring cheer and happiness, and they move on to another bar or another town. They give people what they need, sometimes lost pride, confidence, love or simple joy. The need is strong but there are so few angels in the world. We should all feel lucky she choice us tonight.”
Chas could tell the Eagle Grill was different that night. All the normal drama had turned to smiles. Enemies where making up. It wasn’t a different crowd, what was different was the angel. Chas only hoped that more angels would come the Eagle’s way.
Even the voices of the karaoke singers were better. Singers that normally trashed songs sounded great. Chas wondered if it was just the effect this woman had on him or was it an effect that extended to others. From the fun and the voices of the singers and the looks on both Big Chris and Ernie’s faces, he knew he wasn’t alone. When she got up to sing another song, the whole room fell quite.
When the song was over. Big Chris said. “Don’t tell me if she is a real angel or not Chas, I have become a believer.”
Ernie said. “She had me at the first note. I think I saw her wings unfurl for a second there. Chas I think you’ve got a point. This women is definitely not from earth. Chas you’re a bad influence, let me buy you a beer.”
Chas was also glad that big Chris and Ernie hadn’t drilled him about some of his early statements. He knew the time would come to fill them in on this bold new world that was coming their way.
I’d became a believer too. I had tingles going down my spine and I even got up the nerve to ask her if she was an angel. She just smiled and said. You’re a man, I’m an angel what does it really matter what we call ourselves or what others call us. My whole body trembled when I was next to her. If she wasn’t an angel, I would be surprised. Chas was a bad influence. Hell even I was going home and researching his stories. I wondered if he knew something we didn’t.
When I had meet Chas earlier in my Air Force career he seemed about the same age he did now. We worked on a few projects together for communication systems. I always felt that he knew the answer way before I did but he would just help me get to the right point. I considered him one of my greatest mentors. Moreover, I had been lucky enough to work with him a few more times. He was a senior office at the time and I was an enlisted troop. I became very good at a lot of things because of his mentorship. We never did hang out together and I had always given Chas his space. I guess I always knew he was a little different.13
The word around America and the Eagle Grill was turning to the Posse Comitatus Act. Because the media was discussing it on the news. One commentator was saying that it had been considered as a traditional wall that prevented American soldiers from serving as police officers on American soil. This didn’t prevent them from performing as police any where else in the world. Many still believed that it precluded military personnel from working within the boundaries of the United States any time unless there was an unexpected situation. Because of this military personnel won’t be used in the United States until after sometime happens.
This doesn’t include the Guard or the Coast Guard from performing these duties. He went on to say that, the reality of the matter is that over the last 20 years that Posse Comitatus had eroded into an almost non-existent act. All it takes is for congress to make a simple vote and then U.S. military forces can be used for homeland defense.
Another reported talked about the history of the Posse Comitatus. The reporter told people that it got its state after the Civil War when Union forces were sent to the south. Many from both side still fostered hatred for each other and the Governors in the south ask congress to restrict the union forces to the forts. Posse Comitatus means “the power of the Country” It gave the rights to Sheriffs to form posses to help out with law enforcement.
At first the union forces were sent in to squash the remaining southern soldiers, if you remember your history, not all the southern general surrendered. Many formed marauders and continue to fight for several years after Lee surrendered. The south wanted the soldiers pulled back and they wanted them to stop enforcing the reconstruction polices. They believed that the local Sheriff and town folk could do it quicker if the military wasn’t involved. So the Posse Comitatus Act was established to remove them from their police role and return them to the tradition role of protecting the United States.
Today the act applies to the United States Air Force, Army, Navy and Marines and their reserve components. Another reporter commented. The National Guard belongs to the Governors and the Coast Guard belongs to the Department of Transportation, unless they are called upon in a time of war and then they fall under the Department of Defense. This is the kicker, once they fall under the Department of Defense they also fall under Posse Comitatus.
Everyone remembers Katrina and all the chaos down in New Orleans. It took several days to get United States Active duty Forces into the City because of Posse Comitatus. I know several of you may disagree with me but the reason it took so long was because the Governor was holding things up because she wanted her Guard soldiers in Iraq to be sent back home. The Governor of Alabama and Mississippi allowed the federal troops to be deployed almost immediately and we saw half the chaos in those states. Guard Forces have the duty to protect the States and that includes preserving the laws of that State. However, federal troops do not have the same mission.
You can bet that the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers was listening to the news, and they were still unsure of whether or not they would ever get active duty help. They knew the law was written to prevent the soldiers from ever acting as police within the United States. They knew that it prevented them from search and seizure, sitting up roadblocks or slowing down civilians in any way, and it prevented them from arresting people. The American soldiers are performing these duties right now in the Iraq war. With few exception that apply to the Intelligence organizations of the Military; they aren’t even allowed to gather evidence that can be used in court. They can investigate military personnel but that pretty much covers it. Once a terrorist arrives in the United States they fall under the jurisdiction of the FBI. They can ask the military intelligence community for help but even then, the classified nature of the information dictates what is passed and what is left unsaid.
As they listened, they found out that the courts break it down to passive and active roles. They can help police let’s say during the aftermath of a storm, they can set up roadblocks before a storm that helps people evacuate. However, they can’t be used to stop people from coming back to their homes because that would be detaining civilian citizens.
The police can ask them to help but the police would have to detain the people and the military would just be used as a show of force. In today’s world, military personnel can be used to train law enforcement and they can even help plan operation as long as they don’t get involved in the arrest aspect of the operation. They can be used to set up a cordon or field hospital, they can be used to ask people to evacuate but they cannot force anyone to do anything.
Little did the people know after the Civil War that one day we would face the possibility of terrorist that might have chemical, biological, or nuclear weapons and that they might one day use them on American citizens. Biker Nation knew and they were in the process of preparing to protect the United States from such things. The soldiers would be available, they hoped, but they realized like after Katrina that it might take several days and it would always be after the fact. Biker Nation would have to be the eyes and ears of America until then. The brotherhood knew they could also help by providing FBI agents information that they could use to get court orders. For example, if the found out that an individual or a group of individuals were buying bomb making materials the could make tips to the FBI and they could use that information to get warrants.
Biker Nation could help set up sting operations, for example, if Biker Nation knew that terrorist were trying to purchase weapons they could get the police involved. The only thing that they hoped was that the arguments in the press and with Washington would get some one to look at the law and make changes before something new happen. Even if it only meant the soldiers could patrol the borders. That would free up a lot of Biker Nation members to help with the small towns. The military could help at the ports going through those millions of shipping container.
Biker Nation was even looking at other possibilities. For example, they had stated making contacts with African American organization and talking to them about the possibility of something going terribly wrong before or during the election. They wanted African American organization to know that no Biker Nation members would ever harm an African American politician. They asked for their help, if something ever did go wrong. They told them if riots happen that they would protect communities that were not yet involved. They asked for permission to help black communities that were not involved. They made it clear that they were not pointing fingers or even making judgments. Their only concerns was that what had happen in Los Angles and Detroit and several other city didn’t turn in to all out war. We will be glad to ride only side you as allies if something were to happen. If we hear of anything from our sources, we will turn it over to the police right away.
They hoped these meetings with the African American community leaders and gangs would help, but they were not sure. The last thing Biker Nation wanted was an all out war Americans against Americans. They had started this pursuit to protect America not to make things worse. The election was over but that didn’t eliminate the possibilities that something terrible could still go wrong. The First African American President was a big step for America. And everyone wants him to succeed, especially Biker Nation.
Biker Nation realized that Posse Comitatus was not as big of a hindrance as once thought. They knew that it wouldn’t take much for the President or Congress to pass a law that would allow active duty involvement in law enforcement. They knew if they got too big for their own pants that they might become the victims of any new laws passed. They knew that the military was already being used for drug interdiction. They patrolled the oceans and the flyways into the United States. They had watched live on television soldiers march into New Orleans after Katrina.
While Posse Comitatus has weakened over the years, we still haven’t seen any significant use of Military Forces inside the United States after 9/11. That is why the Biker Nation was afraid. All thought Biker Nation believe the troops will be used, Biker Nation was still afraid that it would be too late. The Guard was being pulled in several direction. They had been used to patrol at airports and even along the boarder. There is still a lot of Guard and reservist deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan.
Several conversations at the Eagle Grill talked about what would happen if a soldier shot the wrong person. They were mad at the fact the several soldiers were arrested for acting under their best judgment in Iraq. Biker Nation knew that the press would crucify the soldiers for the least little thing. Biker Nation also believed very strongly in civil liberties. They knew that they could do the job better then the soldiers because they didn’t have their hands tied behind their back with a vicious press posed to attack at the littlest miscue. Bikers were already being jumped on at every opportunity and they relished in the aftermaths of such attacks. Biker Nation believed it was better that they were attacked then the troops. Hell, a lot of people already think that we are nothing but a bunch of misfits. So Biker Nation thought a little bad press was expected.
They remember what happen in Alabama during the Kennedy administration when American troops were spit on by American Citizens. They remember what happen to the troops after the Los Angles riots. They remembered the protest against the American troops coming home from Vietnam; many of Biker Nation members were those troops. This bullet they would gladly take for the troops. Contrary to what many civilians felt, the Biker Nation loved the troops and many of the clubs had been formed from that love of the troops, the club wanted to give American troops returning from wars or service a place that they felt they belong. The camaraderie that they found in the military was alive and well with motorcycle clubs.
That night I wondered. What is it that makes the statue of a man. Is it his size? The bikers had a lot of big men in their mists. Was it the way a man walked into a room the gives him a certain type of respect. Was it the way a man talks that gains him that respect. I look at Big Chris and Ernie and I see all of that in both of them. They both carry them selves in a certain way. No doubt they are both large men. Big Chris and Ernie both had a swagger I their walk. No doubt that the women saw that. I notice how the women would just glow when they walked by. Women couldn’t take their eyes off of Big Chris and Ernie. Big Chris and Ernie did talk in a soft tone and I noticed that people would hang on their every word.
I’m sure all those things help but that isn’t what makes a man a giant among men. It’s what they do. It’s what they believe in. It how they act when faced with danger. Soldiers have earn my respect because they stood up when others didn’t. They stand for something. They believe in something. Big Chris and Ernie where those types of men. Biker Nation as a whole was becoming those types of men. We may have still seen them as outlaws but they saw themselves as men of honor, and I saw them as men of honor.
Let us not forget the women. The Eagle grill was full of single mom’s. These women are left with the burden of raising a child all by them selves. They have to make sure they are feed and clothed and that they get to school on time.
Let’s not forget the wife’s of serves men. They have the responsibility of keeping the home fires burning. Every morning they wake up and wonder if today will be the day that the military Chaplin will come to their house and tell them that theie man is not coming home, or that the man they love has but crippled. They have to to spend a lot of nights praying that everything is going to be ok.
We forget that it also hard on the soldiers. It is very difficult to face death every day, it is also difficult to see you friends die. So many questions go through your mind. Why did I survive? It is also difficult to see women and children die around you. The soldiers see their wives and children in the faces of these women and children. The wives left at home have to deal with this also. They have to be the ones to bring calm back into the lives of these men or women. At the same time they have buffer the children from all the world. Yes I see these women as great Americans too. I’m so proud of all of them, Biker Nation for standing up for what they believe in and women for being the glue in the lives of their children and man.
The conversation at the Eagle Grill was still centered on Americas favorite pass time, good old sex. Big Chris had just put in his retirement papers at his Air Traffic Control job. Amber and he were still an item and Kathy had moved on with her life. Several of the girls had become old ladies and the Biker Nation was still frequenting the bar.
The Bus Stop was still popular and more and more bikers were spending a few hours there each week. The college girls didn’t know how to handle the new influx of bad boys and a few ended up getting in trouble. They just didn’t understand the lifestyle.
The Boulder Police weren’t to happy seeing 20 or so bikes parked outside the Bus Stop. Boulder was known for hippies and these hippies were the same people that had spit on soldiers returning from Vietnam. People from Boulder had fought to stop the Pledge of Allegiance from being recited in all schools. You might have thought that Biker Nation would avoid a town like that, because a lot of members were those soldiers. Nevertheless, Biker Nation respected their right to protest, hell they had brothers that died to give them that right and they would protect Boulder like every other town in America.
The people of Longmont were mostly oblivious to the new influx of bikers. Longmont had always been a big biker town. It had the mountains just thirty miles away and during the spring, summer and winter there wasn’t a more beautiful place in the world to ride then northern Colorado.
The people that did go out to the bars that BikerNation visited were more curious then scared. They had been brought up around bikers and most consider bikers to be friends. Big Chris was thinking more and more about going on the road to help Biker Nation. But he was worried about his mother; she was getting on in years and he wanted to be their or at lest close by if she needed him. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to get patched in yet but he believed in the cause. Other clubs had volunteered their weekends or at least a day to pitch in. The bike runs were still the easiest way to gather information.
Maria had been hiding for a few months, but there always seemed to be a Maria like girl somewhere at the Eagle Grill on this week it was Bev, She was another hot chick with a great body that wanted nothing more, than men to notice her. She came in strutting her stuff and flirting with every man she passed. She would get upset when girls gave her an ugly look. You could hear girls say bitch as she walked by.
One of the Biker Nation guys took an instance fancy to her and she was enjoying his company. The thought of taking it to a hotel must have crossed several peoples mind. It wasn’t long before she crawled on the back of his bike and headed on down the road. A few of the Cougars at the Eagle were laughing and asked each other if she knew what she was getting herself into.
Ernie had important things to talk about, in one of the corner booth he and several other chapter members from different clubs were talking about the past election of the President of the United States. Ernie was careful not to bring up politics but he needed to know what if anything would be his clubs part if something did break out after the inauguration. After all Longmont didn’t have a large black community and there would be little for him to do in the Longmont or the Boulder area.
As the inauguration grew closer the talk around Biker Nation did change to the election results, Biker Nation was hoping for a land slide victory, and they really didn’t care which side won. I’m sure every club had there favorite and it wouldn’t surprise anyone if they all rooted for the same man. The election did not result in any problems but they knew that the next four years could be a very dangerous time. Biker Nation hope that the sparks would never fly but their were many in the biker community that feared the assignation or assignation attempt as much as they feared the terrorist.
They all hoped that once the inauguration was over that they could get back to the real reason they had all gotten together in the first place, looking for and eliminating terrorist. One of the members was saying if we can eliminate race wars then all we have left is aliens, world ending events, and terrorist. One of the other guys who hadn’t be privy to the earlier conversation, said alien what the hell are you talking about.
Aliens, little green men from outer space, you know the 2012 prophecy’s. The day the world is supposed to end. One of the things that was brought up in a meeting a few months ago was the Mayan Calendar ending on Dec 21 2012. So, a plan is in the works to handle that, if it ever happens. I don’t think anyone is taking it beyond the planning stages.
“I heard a guy telling this story about aliens he called cloud Jumpers earlier tonight. They are those little white sort of saucer shaped clouds that just sit there all day and never move. He said what if they were aliens just sitting up there watching us.” One Biker said to another. “It made sense to me. I guess it’s not a bad idea to be prepared for anything.”
“Don’t tell me Chas is still telling his crazy stories at the Eagle Grill.” Ernie said. “Well this mission could take us in several directions and trust me, I hope it is none of those that we have talked about yet. I’m just glad that we have come together as a team and have been able to put our differences behind us. If nothing else.
One of the Air traffic controller named Chris (Not Big Chris) over heard the comment about the Cloud Jumpers and started telling his friend another Air Traffic Controller. Then Jim the other guy started laughing and said, ”There is a lot more to that story about cloud jumpers. About two weeks ago a gentleman from the weather service came to Longmont control center to talk about a problem he was having with his Doppler radar. He said he had noticed that setting over Denver were three round shaped clouds but he couldn’t see them on his Doppler radar and he was wondering if we knew why.”
“This weatherman said he had been tracking these types of clouds both visually and through Doppler and they never showed up on his radar. He said that as far as he knew all the other clouds showed up on Doppler except these clouds. He had a friend that had a small airplane and he had ask him to fly into the cloud one day and to his amazement as soon as he got close to the cloud that it showed up on radar and moments latter another cloud that didn’t show up on radar would appear somewhere else over Denver area. He was absolutely baffled by this and wanted to know if we had problems like this.
The Supervisor told him that we didn’t track clouds so he didn’t think so. The weatherman went on to say that they tried the experiment several times and almost every time the same thing happened. He said that the only day it didn’t happen was when they chased the clouds. They would fly into one cloud and it would show up on Doppler, then they would look to see if another cloud would appear and fly into it. They continued to do this until the fourth time when a new cloud didn’t appear. The Weatherman said that he and his friends called these cloud jumpers. One of the supervisors ask him what he thought it was. The weatherman said I’m not ready for a straightjacket yet so I’ll leave that answer up to someone else.”
Chris told him he was full of shit and laughed. Yep, snakes on the planes that’s what it sounds like to me, snakes on the mother F’ing planes. But not everyone was convinced it was just snakes on the plane. Cloud jumpers, some kind of invisible aircraft sitting in the sky watching us. This was 2009 and the History Channel was talking a lot about 2012 and Armageddon. Maybe it was time to at least look at it thought a few of the biker listening in.
Mary another Air Traffic Controller was part Cherokee Indian and she chimed in with a story that her mother had told her about the Hopi Indians from Colorado of all places. She said that they where told by a traveler from another world that they should build there homes in the mountains. The Hopi’s where also told about a white brother named Pahana who came from the stars, they believed that all Hopi’s came from the stars. This white man is not like the ones that came from Europe so many years ago you know the ones that killed most of the native people. This Star man would bring a symbol with them that is part of some tablet that the Hopi’s now have a piece of somewhere. They say there are signs that will lead to the end of the fourth world as they call it. Yes, these stories sound similar to that of other Indian tribes including the Mayan who are also waiting for the return of their white god. They say that the signs are coming true.
For example, they saw the coming of the Europeans and they knew that they would bring harm to them and the land that they held sacred. They even fore saw the use of fire sticks. They knew that this was the first sign of the return of Pahana.
They saw that the white man would use wheels to carry things across the country and that these wheels would carry the big thunder sticks that could kill many of them and knock down their homes with one stroke. This was the second sign.
They saw the coming of cattle and the killing of the buffalo and this frighten them. They knew that these animals would almost look the same but they also knew they would be different and more docile. And this would be the third sign.
The Fourth sign would be Iron snakes, the railroad brought this sign to light.
The Fifth sign would be a giant spider web that would cris-cross all over the country and many say that this is either the Power or telephone lines or simply the internet. We do call it a web.
The six sign was rivers of stone that you could actually see the sun in. This was fulfilled by the interstate highway system.
The Seventh sign may have already happen, they still argue about this one. The seas will turn black and many living things will be killed because of this. Some say the oil spills all over the world have already filled this prophecy but some believe it is yet to come. And here is one the the bikers might like. Many people that wear their hair long like the tribal nation will come to live with the nations and learn the ways of the Indians and learn the wisdom of life. Some say this was the hippy generation, other feel it is yet to come.
The Last sign is that of the blue Star that crashes down to earth and ends the world as we know it. What I find interesting is that almost all, if not all, but the Blue star signs have already happen. Makes you kind of wonder.
The Biker Nation men had laughed when she talked about the long haired white people that learned the ways of the ancients. They all had friends that had gone on retreats to learn the old ways. And hell most of them loved camping and living off the land. They certainly felt that they had the warrior heart. They believed in nature and love the open road. Moreover, I have heard it said many times that the bikers were a lost tribe of the Indian Nation. So maybe they were the ones that the prophecy has foresaw so many years ago.
Mary went on to tell us that the end of days foretold of wars between the nation of the world and earthquake that shook the world. They talked about fire rising from the lands of the world. They talk about disease and great death, They say that those who come and live in the place of the Hopi will be safe and they will help rebuild the world right along side of Pahana and they will usher in the Fifth World.
Some of the people at the Eagle Grill that night consider all this a bunch of bull shit. Even a lot of the biker felt that way. My god how many times will they hear that the end is coming. We heard in 2000 and nothing happen. One of the leaders said that it didn’t matter if any of this was true. It doesn’t matter if there is really spaceships hovering in the clouds or if the Hopi’s blue star shows up in the stars tonight. It doesn’t change the mission. It doesn’t change our code. It doesn’t change who we are as a brotherhood.
I for one remembered the stories my parents had told me. When white men arrived in the United States they called the people uncivilized. After all they didn’t live like the people in Europe lived they weren’t as advanced. My parents said they the Indians as we call them now were more advanced. They lived off the land and only took what they needed, unlike the white man. They moved as needed so they wouldn’t wear out the land. I thought of all the talk about global warming and I had been to the big cities of the world and had seen all the pollution in them. I thought that maybe my parents were right. The white man was the uncivilized ones.
Amber, Ashley and Amanda all laughed at the stories, they continued to bring drinks to those gathered on the patio and would just chuckle at the different stories, Amanda commented to Holly that you can tell how drunk certain people are by which story they are telling. The deeper the story was the drunker the customer. And by the looks of things we may be needing to cut a few people off real soon.
Both Cindy and Kathy were working behind the bar on this night and didn’t get to hear the earlier conversation, but like always, as the night went on the story would be retold at the bar. And on some nights the stories had started at the bar and worked its way around the bar.
“What is important is whether we are ready to handle what ever comes down the pipe. Let’s face it the economy is terrible, we have a new President, we have terrorist that want to kill us. We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow much less in the year 2012. The possibility of a worldwide disaster occurring in the next few years is highly likely.” The president of a west coast club said.
“We have to make sure that we are prepared. I don’t expect you guys to start building bomb shelters, but it wouldn’t hurt to make sure your camping gear is in good repair and that you have easy but a safe access to your armory. You might want to know where your family is and make plans to take care of them if something does happen. We make plans in case we are arrested. It is the same type of stuff. When we go on bike runs we might want to keep our eyes open for good safe locations. Moreover, it wouldn’t hurt to put aside some extra money, food and water.” Said a member of the Texas club.
“We don’t know right now if terrorist are planning a biological, chemical or nuclear attack on the United States, but I’ll bet you anything if they can find a way they will do it. I hope and pray that no one attempts to kill President Obama but if they do; we have to be ready for riots. The country will go into a crisis mode. And the economy could even collapses into a deeper recession. World markets might still fall and that could lead to wars all over the world. We just don’t know. A year ago, I would have told you that we can survive; we are the strong ones; we live for events like this. Hell, throw us into the middle of a riot and we would come out on top 9 out of 10 times. Nevertheless, we are now stepping up and talking about protecting America and that means we can’t just go around and start kicking asses.” A member of the north club said.
“We have to be ready for what ever comes our way and we have to include the American people in our plans and ask ourselves how we can keep them safe. Let’s get real, if we can plan on away to protect the United States against attack from little green men from outer space then we can protect them for anything this earth can throw at us. In addition, if we can plan on a way of recovering from a massive strike from some object hurling through space then we can figure out away of doing the same thing if something happens on earth. We have always counted on the soldiers protecting us or saving us from what ever come down the pipe, It’s time we figure out a way to help them.” Ernie said.
This was only the beginning and Biker Nation was beginning to understand that they were the ones that could organize these events. They started to get the picture that it wasn’t the alien, economy, riots, or terrorist that they were preparing for, it was the survival of the American people. They knew that they didn’t have to become survivalist hiding out in the woods, they weren’t saving themselves this was about saving their friends and families.
Sites were found and equipment was stored and hunts for terrorist continued. The business of Biker Nation was good and you started to see that look in their eyes, that look that said I am one of the good guys, that look that said I am proud of myself and my brothers. Colorado seemed to become a popular place for sites for all of the clubs. Some said it was because of the Hopi Indian prophecies and other said it was because the mountains provide the safest of havens. Face it; if the end of the world was coming what better place to spend your last days then in the mountains. This was winter and everyone knew that the winter in the mountains were the worst. They knew that with the proper protection that they could survive.
I for one got my gear together, I made sure I had extra propane tanks and extra fuel for my car and camp stoves. I had always carried an emergency kit in my Jeep, but it started to grow. I was taking more trips into the mountains and preparing for a long winter stay. I hadn’t been on a freeze camp out since I was a Boy Scout leader. I figured maybe it was time I spent a few nights in the mountain camping. It seemed to me to be a good way to prepare, in case something did happen. I hoped that Ernie would take me along with him, but I wasn’t really sure about that yet.
The Inauguration came and went without a hitch. Biker Nation stepped back and took a big breath. One more obstacle was past. The world responded with cheers and jubilation it was like the world just got a new president. There were celebrations in the Middle East, India, China, Europe, Africa, Russia, and all over South America. January 20, 2009 was truly a day that history would remember. Maybe the world would stand behind this man of the world. After all he represented so many cultures. He was of European and African decent. He was born on a Polynesian Island; he was a Christian with ties to the Muslim faith. He crossed religious and ethnical boundaries.
The hopes and dreams of the world for one day all came together as one and the prayers of all religions for once all centered around one man. Maybe god would watch out after him and help us all to see a greater future for all of us. Now we see why so many have been aw struck. Although he may just be an ordinary man, what he represents transcends us all. He is our future, the President of the United States, Barack Obama.
It was hard on a day like today to think of anything but our future. However, Biker Nation was doing just that. They listened to Obama’s message of hope and for a few very long moments believed that the future would be safe and happy for all. You know one of a leader of the Texas club said, “I want that future for all of us. Moreover, we can help insure that it comes to past. If we can stop the terrorist for attacking America maybe we can avoid the pain that comes with such attacks. When the next disaster strikes America, maybe we, will be ready to pitch in and help. We have strong arms and stout backs. We have the manpower and the will to help where needed. We keep talking about improving our reputations well here is our chance. We have raised tons of money for Katrina and the Texas Gulf coast. We need to be ready to do that again at the drop of a hat. This man wants help, let’s give it to him.”
“It is one thing to say we are going to help protect America but maybe we also need to help support America. As an organization with roots all over the world, we can do a lot more then we have been doing and we can build our numbers and improve our strength by doing more. I don’t want to give up the freedoms we have and maybe if we can show America that we are with them and not against them; we can strengthen our stance when it comes to things like passing gun legislation and motorcycle laws.” The president of the Heartland club said.
“We need to be ready to make our own fuel very soon. One of the things he left out of his speech is drilling for new oil. I think he is really set on doing away with gas. And I’m not even close to being on board with that.” A member of the northern California club said.
Ernie and Big Chris had cornered Chas again. They wanted to know about the angel and what he knew about them. Were they the only creatures on earth or was there others.
Chas started by saying. “I don’t expect you to believe me. It doesn’t matter. From what information I know there are two types of angel on earth currently. The Arch angels, they live with god and are ascended. They mostly protect us from other beings. They rarely get involved with humanity. They are here to help us ascend.”
The second group of angels are very advanced creatures from another planet. They are one of the oldest of all the worlds, that I know about. They are the leaders and the guiders. They also protect us from other aliens. The make sure that they don’t harm us either intentionally or unintentionally.” Chas said.
“Wait you are saying that some angels are aliens,” Ernie said.
“Exactly, Ernie, very advanced alien that will probably be the next to ascend. They are almost pure good. They put off a warmth when they enter a room, much like the lady the other night did. She was an angel. They have children with humans and they have been on earth for thousands of years. They too are guardians of the human race. They bring joy and comfort to people. They stay completely out of our business.” Chas continued.
“Then there are several other alien races that have lived on earth and some that still live here. Most are teaches, doctors, or protectors. They have also mated with humans and they have many offspring. For example, the three A’s are elves and so is Karen. Polly is a descendant of the Greek God’s, No, they really weren’t god’s, just very advanced aliens. They were alien’s from another world that were trying to help us. Aphrodite brought the red hair to earth.” Chas said. “Believe it or not you will get to meet these and many others very soon.”
Big Chris said meet them, “Hell according to you I am dating one of them.”
“Chris,” Chas laughed, “Amber doesn’t know she is an elf, and she is not from another world, she is a descendant of elves. She probably doesn’t even know her powers. Have you ever noticed how the three A’s have a calming effect on people. Have you ever noticed how she just sends you for a loop, unlike any woman you have ever meet. Have you ever notice how at peace with the world the three A’s are. That is their power, they might not realize it but they have an understanding of the world like Plato had. I’m sure Amanda gets what she is being taught in college. She doesn’t have to try and get it like a lot of the other students, it is already a natural part of her make up. Her parents probably taught it to her or should I say stepparents.”
“Think about it Big Chris, how else, would she be able to put up with you.” Ernie said.
Chas had dodge the bullet once more. For now he was able to keep their minds off of something beside his earlier statements. He wanted them to ask questions like this. He didn’t care if they believed the stories he told, he just needed them to start thinking about other things.
I for one, was very curious about Chas’s stories. I know that when I was down that the three A’s always seemed to cheer me up. I saw the glow in their faces. Karen and Polly were the same way. They walk into a room and every eye in the place turned to them. Other women may have been just as pretty but they had this glow. They smiled in a way that lit up the room. I had always been drawn to them and they had always made me happy. So was Chas full of crap, probably. But he did know people, and he could see that some were more special then others.
I worried about America too. We have a new president and the world seems happy. The new president had giant hopes and grand ideas. I worried that he would do to much to fast.
I looked at the people around the room that night. If what Chas had been saying was true then how many aliens were among us? How many of the patrons were alien or part alien. I wondered if maybe I was part alien. How would I know. For what Chas says, the three A’s don’t know if they are alien or not. Ok, I’m going crazy now.14
No one believe anything would happen until after the election and now it has been peaceful right up until the inauguration. Nevertheless, the democrats and republicans were already taking sides. The president was taking a lead for his party. He started with closing Guantanamo Bay Prison. The Republicans wanted to keep the status quote. The Republicans also wanted to keep the intelligence community intact. Americans were mixed and it looked like the new presidency was going to be about something totally new.
The President was careful about why he didn’t want the current intellegence community incharge anymore. He said he did not feel that America was ready to have armed soldiers at every store and street corner. He instead said he would like to increase funding for the law enforcement agencies. He wanted to put more money into Home Land Security budget. He favored increasing Intellegence but with a stroke of a pen he crippled the agencies.
When questioned about increasing intelligence he said, he wanted to remain within the law, He felt it would not be nessasary to use so called illegal wire taps. America must maintain it’s intrigity, Not like it was under the last President. America needs to be a becon for the world, how do we expect other countries to follow us if we are not setting the example.
Many republicans said, our intelligence community needed to stay intact and wire taps should not be repealed. We have no plan on declaring martal law but as repersentatives of our States we may need to use active duty soldiers on American soil. I don’t know how bad it could get if the terrorist follow us back to the states after the President has recalled the forces from Iraq but I want the option of using every force we have available.
These new changes in the law regrading intellegence doesn’t give us that option. If we need American soldiers to do checks for road side bombs on the side of American highways then we should be able to call up the Joint Chiefs and ask them to accomplish the task. If we need telephone companies to tap overseas calls then we should have that right, and futhermore the intelligence communities should be doing that. We have to have someway of keeping America safe.
A Republician was then asked about the activity of motorcycle clubs that were suposingly helping with the fight against extermism within the United States borders. He simple replied, “some times you have to except the fact that we can use all the help we can get. Many of us were in Strugis a few months ago and we meet a lot of people their that I would consider friends. Some have bad reputations, some deserve it, but most are law abiding citizens. I would even say that probably less then one precent of the outlaw’s are true criminal types. The men and women we meet there were good hard working Americans that believe in freedom, and I certainly will not try and take that freedom away from them whether it is their right to bare arms or their right to ride down the highway with or with out a helmet.”
I saw a t-shirt the read
A biker, is a modern-day knight of the road.
Protect the weak, walk tall and stand proud.
Be kind to women, children and animals.
Your word is your bond.
Stick to your guns.
Don't take any shit.
Life is not a drill.15
Now that is a person I would like to know and may be even take a ride with,” said a Republican Senator.
Little did the American people know that motorcycle clubs had already broken up several plots. I was told about a plot that involved over fifteen States and twenty-two cities. The bikers went in all at the same time and attacked each of the cells. Over forty different locations were neutralized.
I can see the faces of the terrorist now. They here the roar of the Harleys on their yards they run to the windows and then hear the back doors being busted in. The bikers used stun guns and took out the terrorists The information I got said that these terrorist cells had a large stock pile of guns and bomb making material. They also had fifty gallon drums of several different kinds of chemicals. No one I talked to knew exactly what the chemicals were used for.
It seems that the terrorist were planning a attack on Christmas day. The bikers said they were able to tie all the cells together using telephone numbers and papers they found at the different houses. I never did find out what happen to the Terrorist. I didn’t read anything about the raids in the paper and no one in Biker Nations was telling me anything. I’m just glad the attacks were stopped. Being an unsung hero is not always easy. If the police were notified the news was certainly not saying anything.
Meanwhile back on the streets, America was mixed with their response; some feared soldiers on every street corner, and many believed that if we left Iraq that the extremist would just leave us alone. If we leave them alone, they will leave us alone. I guess they forgot about 9/11. Many believe that we could talk to them and make peace. They thought that any talk about repealing intelligence wire-tapping was just Republician scare tactics. Many didn’t understand what the wire tapping had given us, they didn’t even know that law inforcement had broken up several plots against the United States. The Fox News Reports that in:
• December 2001, Richard Reid: British citizen attempted to ignite shoe bomb on flight from Paris to Miami.
• May 2002, Jose Padilla: American citizen accused of seeking radioactive-laced "dirty bomb" to use in an attack against America. Padilla was convicted of conspiracy in August, 2007.
• September 2002, Lackawanna Six: American citizens of Yemeni origin convicted of supporting Al Qaeda after attending jihadist camp in Pakistan. Five of six were from Lackawanna, N.Y.
• May 2003, Iyman Faris: American citizen charged with plotting to use blowtorches to collapse the Brooklyn Bridge.
August 2004, Dhiren Barot: Indian-born leader of terror cell plotted bombings on financial centers.
• August 2004, James Elshafay and Shahawar Matin Siraj: Sought to plant bombs at New York's Penn Station during the Republican National Convention.
• August 2004, Yassin Aref and Mohammed Hossain: Plotted to assassinate a Pakistani diplomat on American soil.
• August 2005, Kevin James, Levar Haley Washington, Gregory Vernon Patterson and Hammad Riaz Samana: Los Angeles homegrown terrorists who plotted to attack National Guard, LAX, two synagogues and Israeli consulate.
• December 2005, Michael Reynolds: Plotted to blow up natural gas refinery in Wyoming, the Transcontinental Pipeline, and a refinery in New Jersey. Reynolds was sentenced to 30 years in prison.
• April 2006, Syed Haris Ahmed and Ehsanul Islam Sadequee: cased and videotaped the Capitol and World Bank for a terrorist organization.
• June 2006, Narseal Batiste, Patrick Abraham, Stanley Grant Phanor, Naudimar Herrera, Burson Augustin, Lyglenson Lemorin, and Rotschild Augstine: Accused of plotting to blow up the Sears Tower.
• July 2006, Assem Hammoud: Accused of plotting to bomb New York City train tunnels.
• August 2006, Liquid Explosives Plot: Thwarted plot to explode ten airliners over the United States. Their the ones that took away our water bottles on planes.
• March 2007, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed: Mastermind of Sept. 11 and author of numerous plots confessed in court in March 2007 to planning to destroy skyscrapers in New York, Los Angeles and Chicago. Mohammed also plotted to assassinate Pope John Paul II and former President Bill Clinton.
• May 2007, Fort Dix Plot: Six men accused of plotting to attack Fort Dix Army base in New Jersey. The plan included attacking and killing soldiers using assault rifles and grenades.
• June 2007, JFK Plot: Four men are accused of plotting to blow up fuel arteries that run through residential neighborhoods at JFK Airport in New York.
Americans never knew that American soldiers couldn’t preform police actions within the United States. Some said it was all bullshit.
Other may not have realized at first what the changes to the intelligence world meant, but once they found out they were very surprised. They demanded the immidiate repeal of the act. How can America protect itself if we can’t perform intelligence to stop terrorist before they kill. They thought that the American soldiers and the rest of the intelligence community was there to protect them. Little did they know that they could only protect us if another country actually attacked. They didn’t know that terrorist action were considered police actions. Sure they could help out with natural disasters and patrol the streets when major events occured but only after a national disater or terrorist act has occurred it seems a little late for intelligence then.
For the outlaw’s they didn’t care. With or without the Posse Comitatus Act or the recent changes in the intelligence community their mission didn’t change. They knew they had to improve their intelligence activity. They knew that the one line in the t-shirt that read Protect Children, women and animals had to be meet. For them it was all about what is our next step.
They knew that they would have to infiltrate terrorist cells. But, how could a bunch of bikers do that. First off, many outlaw’s had been linguist in the military and some, not many, spoke Arabic, Pushta or Farci. Second, many believed what they didn’t know they could learn. The military uses musicians to teach languages. Many outlaw’s were musicians. Their long hair, breads and road-tanned bodies meant that they could easily fit in to the Muslim community.
One of the things that they knew is that they would not be required to get warrants every time they went into a Mosque. They could spy to their heart content and no one could stop them. If they did it right they could put an end to this once and for all. The United States would no long use wire-tapping then they certainly would.
They were knights and they believed just like the knights of ole that they had a mission. Like the knights of ole, most bikers believed strongly in god, they weren’t the type that went around talking about religion but most bikers were god-fearing men. Like the knights of ole they believed strongly in their country, and would do what was necessary to protect their country. Bikers have never been ashamed of the American flag and many wore it proudly on their clothing or as a tattoo on their body.
One of the new patches that I was see a lot of was an American Flag with a Bald Eagle standing proudly in front. They also believed in their club and they had sworn to protect their brothers that road with them. Many had lost friends fighting for that right to survive, and the right for their club to excess. Now a biker will fight anyone that messes with his family or brothers but they have also been know to protect the weak and defenseless. They believe in the family and the brotherhood and most clubs are known for taking care of the widows and children of fallen comrades.
There was a time in the past that clubs fought each other and many from all sides fell in battle and many outlaw’s considered that a badge of honor. Those that had stood up to rival clubs were considered hero’s and they received glory. Nevertheless, Biker Nation was the new standard and peace had come to the American motorcycle clubs. Now they brotherhood fought for the welfare of the American people and even the welfare of the countries that had clubs that wore their patches.
Motorcycle clubs had a hierarchy and each member knew their place in the club. They followed the rules of the club and never complained about the people above them. A biker didn’t refuse a challenge from anyone but believed in bringing honor to themselves and the club they represented. Lastly, a biker would never turn his back on an enemy. That is what brought them all together. We have a common enemy and that is not one of the other clubs. It is the terrorist, which threaten the United States.
So like the T-shirt says bikers are just like the knights of ole. They are the modern day knights. They ride the roads of America to protect it’s citizens. They raise money for the sick, homeless, and poor. They are the band of hero’s that were lost with the fall of the cowboys a hundred years ago. They mount their great steeds and ride into the night to keep us safe.
The bikers had look for and found remote locations where they could fall back. They knew where they could get food and ammunition needed to fight a war. They knew that there were many possibilities, and things that could go wrong. They did not panic or start to run scare. They prepared like the knights before them for battle. They knew that they couldn’t win every battle or prepare for every possible outcome. They realized that they couldn’t do it all by themselves. The Largest outlaw club had a little over three thousand members worldwide. Motorcycle clubs like Rolling Thunder had over 60 thousand members. Although, their were many outlaw clubs the Brotherhood of Outlaws Motorcycle Clubs knew that they would need the help of the independent bikers and even that of the women, that loved them.
Stories of all sorts had been floating around and most were just stories. The leaders had found that most of the men believed strongly in this cause, to protect America and they found that the moral was very high. The feeling of being a knight was not only evident with the people that were helping the brotherhood but also very evident within the brotherhoods organization. The bikers road with a sense of purpose and belonging.
I had gotten to know a lot of these men. When I was a young man I had wanted to be a biker. Back in the early 1960’s drugs were every where it wasn’t until 1970 that the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act was passed and that outlawed Pot, LSD, Meth and even Mushrooms were baned. At the time the hippy movement was alive and well in America and the bikers were taking advantage of the movement by selling the hippies drugs.
When the new laws were passed a lot of bikers felt the government was taking away their livelihood. The same thing happened with gun control laws. Bikers who were legally selling guns, all of a sudden were selling guns illegally. For years, the bikers retaliated and became criminals. They felt that the government was taking away their legal rights. Flash forward to today and you find men that are much older and much wiser. They want to put aside the past and move on with their lives. Their not ready to roll over and die they just want peace.
Back in Longmont, Kathy and the girls were getting ready for a new season, Kathy was going to Australia for a roller Derby camp and a little vacation. The Denver Roller Dolls were doing Calendar signings to raise money for the upcoming season. One of the common responses from the men was always about how all of the Roller Dolls had nice asses. “I have never seen more nice butts in one place in all of my life”, Joe said.
The bikers where happy to support the Denver Roller Dolls, after all the Denver Roller Dolls had support them for years. The Roller Dolls had done many fund raising events for the bikers charities. Several of the bikers dated Denver Roller Dolls and it seemed natural the tough girls found tough guys. Within the ranks of the Denver Roller Dolls you found a mix of ladies. You had the professionals women that worked in industry, a few nerdy computer girls, housewives, waitresses, bartenders, girls that worked in stores and every other walk of life you can think.
Roller derby was a sport and that was evident in the nice round posteriors of the Denver Roller Dolls. It wasn’t easy to skate around the rink for one or two hours at a time being pushed on and tripped. Bruises and broken bones were common. The rules are kind of simple.
The jammers are the scorers. They start 33 feet behind the pack. The Pivot set the pace for the pack. The blockers try and slow down the jammers. The first Jammer to make it through the pack and clear the pack by about 10 feet becomes the lead Jammer. The lead jammer is the only one that can call off the jam. The purpose is to pass the girls on the other team. Once the jammers are through the pack they must race around the track and catch up with the pack again and every time a girl on the other team is passed the jammer scores. If the lead jammer is caught by or passed by the other teams jammer then the lead jammer can call of the jam in hopes to minimize scoring for the opposing team. Each jam last two minutes. Once a jam is complete a new jam begins. Penalties last for 60 seconds and can go from one jam to the next.
All it took was a few of the Denver Roller Dolls to come down to the Eagle Grill for the talk of a new season to begin. The Eagle had a small group that had gone to most of Granny Apple’s (Kathie’s) games each year and the bus ride and the after parties had become legendary. Those that had never gone wish they had and those that had gone went back time and time again. It had gotten to the point that if you didn’t get tickets early; then you wouldn’t getting tickets. There was even talk of getting a bigger van or maybe even two vans this year just for the people at the Eagle Grill.
On this night, a few of the nerds were on the back porch talking about how a flying saucer worked. On said the top half of the saucers shinned in away that pulled the air above it away allowing for the saucer to lift. This is the same thing that a wing does on a plane. The wing is shaped in such away that there is little or no air above it.
Another asked do you know why a saucer is round and not shaped like a plane. One person that was not sure said “ok why”.
“It is simple, in order to fly between star systems you will need an artificial gravity in the aircraft. This is accomplished by having a rotating disc below the crew cabin that pulls the crew down and creating and artificial gravity. This is important as we all know because a crew cannot really live more than a few months with no gravity without losing bone and muscle mass.” one of the Nerds said.
“I heard a story a few years back that the Atlantians were actually the grey aliens that have come back to earth. The story goes that when the meteor that killed the dinosaurs was falling to earth that Atlantians was a great civilization that far surpassed our civilization today. They saw that the meteor was going to hit earth so they all got on spaceships and left earth. They had been exploring the universe for hundreds of years and knew of several planets that they could survive on. A few of the planets they went to had different gravitation and solar activity. Because of this, the once human like Atlantians became the aliens that we call the grey. Some believe that they have returned to earth to take their rightful place among humans. To do this they have to find a way to look like us again. I guess you can say it’s evolution gone wrong.” Chas said.
One of the people that had heard the story about the cloud jumpers chimed in and asked if this was the guys in the spaceships that where in the clouds, What did they call them oh the Cloud Jumpers they were talking about last week. They sit in the clouds all day and watch us.
The Nerds hadn’t been privy to the conversation a week ago so they were lost. But a few of the people that had heard the earlier conversation said it sure sounds like it could be. Other still thought it might be the Hopi God or the Mayan God that had returned to save the world or possibly destroy it.
The bikers just looked at each other and made a pact not to talk about aliens for a while. We have enough to worry about with the economic crisis and the threat to the President. The last thing we need to worry about is a bunch of aliens. A few of the bikers did stick around to listen to the bullshit. “Ok so it is bullshit, but you have to admit it is interesting bullshit.” One of the bikers said.
One of the nerds said that it wouldn’t be hard to build a flying saucer, “if you had a way of turning the top half of the saucer. The easiest way would be through some type of frequency modulation. It is the same procedure we use to power high speed trains, Electromagnetic energy could be used to harness the power of light speed. Electromagnetic motors today mostly work at around 60 hertz. This means they spin about 60 times a second. If they turned at Mega Hertz, a million a second or even Tara Hertz, which is a trillion times a second we might just start reaching speeds fast enough to travel to other plants ourselves.”
The bikers were wonder just how close we were from making such great leaps in technology. How long would it be before we were exploring the stars and visiting other worlds just to sit around in the clouds to watch people all day?
There were two new bars that where trying out bands. Both of the clubs were on Main Street. McCarthy’s was just down the street from the old Classic bar and they had just put up a big sign that said bikers welcome. A lot of the bikers had started going their because of the new crowds at the Eagle Grill and lets not forget about all the drama. Their seemed to be a little scuffle every week and it just seemed to bring in more and more people. The other bar was 3rd and Main, the Old Opera House, it was trying to convert from a bar for 20 to 30 year olds to a bar for 30 plus people. The owner of the old Opera House was trying to get the crowd of the old 4th and Main Bar. He seemed to be getting the right people to come now he needed to keep them coming.
One of the old customers at 4th and Main, called Joe, brought in a few girls and they were having a good old time. For you young guys out there, there is something you should know. Any girl or women that has a name like Crazy something, Wonderful something, Trouble, or anything wild like that, you should stay away. They are drama with a capital D and unless your really looking for drama stay away. These women are usually a lot of fun and may or may not be fighters but somehow they seem to cause fights.
The cougars seem to keep to themselves and are on the prowl. If you see, a cougar you know with another young man just leave her along. There is always next week. Unless you have already established that you are dating her then you have to make the tough choose. Cougars are interested in love and they look for regular boyfriends just like the other girl. The old Opera House was crowded that night and Joe was looking around and was quite surprise to find women of all ages. The girls that he was with, were just friends, so he was still looking to make a new friend.
He couldn’t help but notice that a lot of the women had already paired up for the night or that men had latched on to them. This did bring back memories of the old 4th and Main bar. There was a good group on the dance floor; it was crowded mostly with women. He remember laughing to himself that he wasn’t sure which girls were with guys and which girls were with girls. Joe liked women around his own age. The new grinding type of dancing that girls did when dancing together, was hot, but it left a lot of questions unanswered. You would never hear him complain about this new style of dance but he preferred a two-step, Waltz, or even a good old fashion polka.
He had taken a few ladies to country bars and had ended up watching them do line dances all night long. He hoped to find a women that didn’t mind dancing a slow dance on this night. One of the women that came with him Crazy Jane had run into her old boyfriend and her old boyfriend was with another girl. She just had to go up and say hi, her ex-boyfriend wasn’t happy to see her even though this was the first time he had seen her sober in many years. The girl, her ex-boyfriend was with was more then willing to give her a chance with him. Crazy Jane was sober and this new girl was at least two sheets to the wind. Crazy Jane’s ex just wanted to leave that’s when Wonderful Lisa the other girl that Joe had brought, jumped in to try and clam everything down. Joe just wanted to hide. Crazy Jane’s ex-boyfriend was a friend of his and even though he didn’t know about Crazy Jane and him; he knew he was ultimately responsible for this chance meeting. Joe now knew why Crazy Jane’s ex-boyfriend had stopped coming to the Eagle Grill.
The bikers had all headed to McCarthy’s. McCarthy’s is a little bigger then Classics was and the Welcome Biker sign was an invention. They all settle in and a few members from different clubs where there. They went over the different rallies that were coming up and Ernie went over to talk to the owner about setting up a few bike runs at McCarthy’s. McCarthy’s was only having bands in about once a month. He felt that getting bikers in might just pick up his business a little and was glad to set up a meeting with Ernie. He asked Ernie about the different colors that he saw in the club that night and asked Ernie if that was going to cause any trouble for him. Ernie said not to worry about it, that he knew all the men here tonight and that they were his friends.
Ernie knew that with Classics closed that he would need a quieter place for men to meet. He didn’t use his clubhouse because he knew that the police still suspected his club of any crime that crossed their crime sheet. He also knew that if the police got wind of his club and others meeting on a regular basis that they would step up patrols. For now, this could be a home away from home and he knew that the women would eventually start coming by where they saw all the bikes parked out front.
The Brotherhood of Outlaws were waiting for the new administration to set up office. They wanted to see how much increases and decreases there would be in local and federal law enforcement. They had heard the promises but they where still not sure if the new President would follow through. Meanwhile they knew that they had to feel in the gaps.
They stepped up their activities and patrols at gun shows around America. They knew that the sales of guns had skyrocket over the last several months. They watch to see who was buying all these guns. They didn’t have a problem with normal American buying the guns. They where looking for Middle Easterners that might have connections to extremist. They also watched for back street deals that might result in guns being sold to the terrorist.
A new worry had popped up on the radar of the Biker Nation. The news media was talking about the government of Mexico falling. The even suggested that the drug lords might try and take over the country. This was something that had been tried in Columbia many years ago and almost succeeded.
In recent years, the trafficking of drugs across the boards had grown and wars have been started in several towns. Several of the motorcycle clubs and members of the Biker Nation had been targeted. The question on this night was whether this new problem rested solely on the backs of the individual clubs that were being targeted or was this something much bigger. Was this a war on America or was this a war against the biker Clubs. Biker Nation Clubs had seen pipelines develop over the last few years and these gangs from Mexico were now in almost every state.
We are trying to better our reputation and here we are on the verge of war with some of the biggest drug cartels in the world. If we can justify that this is a war against America then maybe we can get help. If we go at this, alone it will become another chapter in our history that proves to the world that we are the bad guys.
For now, we have to find out what they are pushing through their pipeline. Are they pushing drugs only or are they pushing mass quantities of guns. If they are pushing guns then we have to make sure that they are not selling those guns to possible terrorist. Some of these Mexican gangs have no loyalty to the United States. Some of these gang members are good old Americans that will stand with us. We have to find out which ones are on our side.
What about the Russians they are spanning out all over America too. I’m not sure if many of the foreign gangs are loyal to America. Most of these gangs see America as there enemy and would just as soon see us fall. These are not necessarily terrorist organizations but they just might do business with them. We have to develop a plan that will put us in good standing with these clubs. We have to find out what they are up to and how much help they are willing to give terrorist. I know the Russians fought them for years in Afghanistan but does that mean they won’t do business with them today. After all, it was the Americans that had help the Afghanistan beat the Russians; maybe they are ready for a little payback. We have clubs in Russia now if we can get them to work with the Russian over here maybe we can at least find out what is going on.
“I’m not sure about this sometimes. I feel like we maybe chewing off way more then we can handle.” One Biker said.
“I don’t care, it really doesn’t bother me that we may fail. What really would bother me; is not trying at all. We have the leaders of the six largest motorcycle clubs in the world working together as a team. In addition, we have 60 or more clubs that are willing to ride right along side of us. I say our chances are pretty damn good.” The presidents of the Texas club said.
“We need to set down soon and find out were each of the clubs can help the most. Who has connection with whom? Then we can find out where new ties have to be made. If the Clubs on the Mexican border need help with what ever might happen in the near future we will plan for that. If we are ready, we can tackle anything that comes our way.
The crowd was still good at the Eagle Grill even with the lost of the bikers. The curiosity factor had just about died out anyway. The people who had come to get a chance to meet the bikers had found that the bands were good and the people were great. Many had made the Eagle Grill a regular stop on there Friday nights. When they heard about the karaoke, they started visiting on Wednesday and Thursday also. A lot of the talk around the bar was how to make the Eagle Grill bigger.
The Owner wasn’t that interested in growing he was still trying to recover form the initial cost of buying the place. It did worry him that a club like the old Opera House or even McCarthy’s would take away some of his business. He had to figure out away to keep the regulars at least. He was worried that the influx of new people would push the regulars out or at least get them starting to look for new places. He knew he had the good location. He knew he had the good bands and the right staff. Nevertheless, he also knew that every time a bar in town changed their environment to push out certain types of people he always had a danger of getting more of the wrong type of customer.
He knew that his staff of Amber, Ashley, Kathy, Holly, Kate, Cindy and a few of the other new waitresses would keep a lot of people coming back. After all, between them they probably knew every body in town. Their smiling faces and friendly ways would always keep a crowd pleased. Let’s not forget the drama, a lot of people came out just to see who was doing what on what night. They loved the drama as long as it wasn’t them, that was in the middle of it all.
The Bus Stop still had a good business going. The girls seemed to be happy that the bikers would drop by on the slow nights. Some had started dating a few of the bikers. Others stuck with the college boys or a man they had met in town. Rarely did you see a girls working at the Bus Stop date one of the customers.
The girls like Ivy that had been working there for a while had their regulars. And every now and then an older girl, over thirty would come to work there and stir up trouble. The young girls couldn’t stand the fact that an older woman could make more money then them. Truth be told the older women got attention from the young men and the older men. One and one means money in their pocket.
One of the guys was telling his friend that he had meet this girl in here about a month ago and she had told him she was 26 years old and now she is telling men that she is 35 years old. What’s up with that? At first, I thought she was just telling him that because he was older but when I looked at him I found out he was my age. I have to admit it does make me horney to think about being with an older women.
She is hot; I think she is even hotter now. I can go down town and find a lot of college girls that look just as good as any girl in here. I’m not as sure that I could find that many thirty five year olds that look that good. The girls were learning fast that young wasn’t always better. If a girl thought, she could fudge her age by a few years she would try it for a while. Let’s face the facts, young and pretty always goes pretty good at a strip club. Ivy had just turned 20 years old and still told guys she was only 18. With her flaming red hair and that innocent smile she still turned a profit. She found her niche and was sticking to it for the time being at least.
I always had respect for girls that worked in the strip club. Several of them were paying their own way through college. Several were working moms trying to raise a kid or two. Stripping wasn’t the easiest way to make a living. Some say you loss part of your soul. Others learn girls learn to live with the life style. I have even meet a few that love to show off their bodies. They actually enjoyed the lifestyle. To each his own I as way say. You have to give these women props. They found away to make a living. So looked as it as a job and made very good money, others looked at it as worked and grew to hate the work and themselves in the process. Like all jobs, some days were good and some days were bad.
Ernie and Big Chris, caught Chas alone again. Ernie wanted to know if Chas had anything to do with the money that the club had been getting lately. Chas assured him that he wasn’t responsible. “That money comes from a different organization. Remember the men in suits that promised your organization money and information. Those book keepers. They are the ones providing you with money and information. We want you to be successful, but this is not the mission that we have in mind for your organization. We have much grander plans. We are proud of how much you have grown over the last several months. You have come together as a team. You have organized very quickly.”
“Gentlemen if we were sitting in a bar a hundred years ago and we were telling stories about what the world looks like today, people would have thought we were crazy. If we had told those people that people would be able to fly in a big bus from place to place. If we had told people that, we would be landing on the moon. If we told people that we would be able to hold a conversation with a person in another state with a device that we held in our hands that had no wires at all, people would have had us locked up.” Chas Said.
“The day is coming soon that we will be able to grow body parts and transplant them back into our bodies. They already have wireless electricity. Soon we will be able to fly to other solar systems and maybe find life on other worlds. I’m not talking about one hundred years fro now I’m talking about a few years and maybe even less. Peoples life spans will double and maybe even triple in a matter of years. There is a new age coming and gentlemen you are going to be a part of the new world. You have already proven to us that you have the will, and the strength both physically and mentally to succeed in this new world. You will be the protectors, the explorers and the future of this new world,” Chas continued.
Ernie said, “Chas what the hell are you talking about. Does this have anything to do with all this angel and elf talk? Are you trying to tell us that there are aliens out there and that the are coming soon. Is the 2012 stories true. Are you part of some kind of alien human alliance. What the hell is going on.”
Big Chris had been watching for awhile, and he final chimed in. “I don’t believe that aliens have visited us. I have been an Air Traffic Controller for over 20 years and I’ve never seen anything that I could explain. Now I’m not saying that they don’t exist and that on some far off planet that there isn’t another Earth like planet. But I don’t believe their here now.”
Chas spoke up, “Ernie Big Chris, they are here and they are very stealthy as you would say. They have been here for thousands of years. They come from many planets and most are very human like. They come to the Eagle Grill and they have drinks with the patrons. See these little bumps on my ears. They are a tell tell sign of an alien being. The glow you see in Amber, Ashley, Amanda, Karen and Polly are also a tell tell sign. Being a gaint like yourself is a Sign Big Chris and Ernie you not exactly a short guy. They have been here for years and they have blended in with our world. Read they bible. God made Adam and Eve and their children mated with the God’s of men, or giants of men. They were here at the beginning. You and me are their children and yes we are the children of God. Soon we will explore the vast unknown and soon we will become even a bigger part of the universe. Soon my friends very very soon.
The next big meeting was held in Grand Junction, Colorado. The order of business was to discuss plans for future events. Everyone agreed that they would discuss the possibility of someone killing the President first. So much has been said on the news about it and they knew that their plan had to include even a possible assassination attempt.
Several members had heard several people bullshit about it but no one had heard anything that they felt was a bona fide threat. They had all decided months ago that the Biker Nation would never make an attempt on the Presidents life. The all agreed then that the Office of the President was more important then any man that held it. However, they still worried that others in America could not allow a black man to be President of the United States.
Many outlaw bikers had once been racists. They had swastika’s on their arms the refused blacks and Hispanics admittance into there club. They were full-blown white supremacist. That image has gone by the way side in most clubs. Some clubs even band the wear of white supremacist items on their club vest. Most of these men have grown up and look at the world differently now. Most clubs still don’t allow black members but the reasons are different now.
Biker Nation knew that they would have to continue listening for any threats against the President. They knew that his death would hurt them as a motorcycle club because people would believe that they had something to do with what ever happen. They knew that the news media would play up even the slightest rumor that a motorcycle club or motorcycle clubs had something, hell anything to do with any assassination or attempt.
They also set down and discussed area of responsibility if riot of any kind started after such an event. They set up rules that said they would not get in the police’s way. If the Guard or even the regular troops were called in then they would step aside and let them do their jobs. They would use force only if necessary and they would avoid at all cost starting trouble themselves. They worried about this because many members of their clubs had strong racial feelings.
They hated that this was such a strong possibility. They hated that they may have to move in and protect people from others that had such strong feelings. Many had lived through the 60’s and 70’s and had been in places that riots had broken out in the past. Many had defended their families during the riots in Detroit and Los Angeles. The thought of Americans fight Americans isn’t why any of them had signed up. They also agree that as long as the rioting was in a community and didn’t threaten any neighboring community that they should just let it go. They also recognized that it wouldn’t, only be the black community, which; many would be outraged by the death of the President. They realized that the President was loved by people everywhere, including White, Hispanic, European, and Asian. The young of all religions and races loved him and they would surely get involved.
One of the smaller outlaw clubs in Alabama said they didn’t feel that they had enough men to protect Alabama by themselves. “There are still a lot of white people that are just going to start pulling out guns and start shooting if riots, peaceful or not start in some of these small towns. I think we have grown a lot in the south over the last thirty years but there is still a lot of fear in the community.”
Someone suggested, if riots get really out of hand that they might have to use the pull back points that have been established throughout the United States. Grab your friends and family and get to the safest place you know. It was then asked if every club had established a large enough safe camp that would accommodate friends of the club. We may need to extend those safe camps for a lot more people.
Someone asked if everyone really thought that all hell will breakout if the President was killed. A few people looked at him and thought he was crazy, “of course it will, don’t you remember Rodney King and he was a no body.” Others said it didn’t really matter. “If we see sometime coming whether it is a real threat or not we should prepare.”
One of the older men told a story of his best friend in Vietnam. “My friend was walking with a new captain one night when a mortar shell came over the wall and hit near a few men. My friend saw this, ran to the men, and started providing first aid. He called for help over the radio and even though several other mortars came in, he stayed with the men until vehicle arrived to take the men to the hospital. The Captain hid in the nearest whole he could find.”
“The Captain wrote my friend up for a medal.” The old biker said. “The Captain asked my friend what made him such a hero and himself such a coward. My friend said, “I have been here awhile and I have seen plenty of stuff happen and heard of even more. Each time I do; I ask myself what I should do? Each time I decide and go through my own mind and plan what to do in the event that I witness something. The other night was one of those things I had planed out in my mind. That is why we practice, practice, practice everything in the military. When I heard that mortar go off; I rushed to help because in my mind I had done it hundreds of times. The next time you see a mortar go off I’m sure you will do the same.” About a month later a mortar hit beside my friend and who came to his rescue but that Captain. You could say my friend saved his own life.”
“This is why we plan for things that may not happen, god, let’s hope that the leaders of America can calm the people before anything gets out of hand. Let’s hope that our leaders use discretion when talking to the people and don’t make things worse. We are not here to put blame on people before something even happens; we are here to make plans if things get out of hand,” the presidents of the Texas club said.
I was thinking that America had enough conspiracy nuts out there already. Some of them I enjoyed like the stories Chas tells. It sort of fun to go off into a fantasy world sometimes. Kennedy, Roswell, and the moon landing are just a few of the fun things to talk about. The 9/11 conspiracy stories piss me off, I could never believe that American would do something like that. I did see the need to prepare. I remembered my military days and teaching people to be prepared for anything. We practiced for Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical attacks. We practiced and prepared for war. I remember being on teams that had a four hour response time. I had to carry tools, clothing and equipment with me ever were I went. About once a month I would get a call to tell me to report to the nearest Airport. Once their I was given a location and I had to tell them when I could be their. It pissed me off sometimes because they would say I needed to be in Hawaii or Rio De Janeiro and then tell me I need to go home.
I knew that biker nation had started to do some of this. They would call alerts and see how long the response time would be. I knew how much of a hassle this kind of thing could be, I also knew how important it was to the over all success of the mission. I could see they were ready, I was proud to watch all these different organizations come together. They had step up. They were proud of themselves. I could see it in their eyes. A cadre of outlaws, a true brotherhood.
The next thing on the agenda was the economic collapse of America. “Ok we can fight or protect people in a riot but how do we defend people during a economic collapse. First of all, we need to make sure that the businesses we are in, are depression proof. We need to make sure we can survive.” the president of the heartland club said. “Second, we need to make sure we can protect our families. I know you’ve heard this before, but if all hell breaks loose. We need to make sure our money is safe and that we have the power to still trade things that are valuable if the money system goes under,”
“We need to make sure we have a good way to make fuel if the oil and gas business go under. We need to make sure we have ways of getting food to feed ourselves. We can’t just set back and wait for things to happen. We have to be ready. This sounds so much like a bunch of dooms day bunker nuts that I can’t believe that we are even talking about such none sense. However, like we have said so many times before we don’t actually have to go out and stockpile gas and food we just have to know were we can get it. Let’s be real, it could be as simple as helping farmers protect their land if something does happen. It might mean hitting the fields and working crops but its something we can do. Helping farmers get gas so they can run their equipment. All we are really looking for now are ideas,” the president of the Northern California club said.
“If we have ideas before something bad happens then we are ready. I for one do not believe that the economy of the United States will actually collapse. But we may be looking at facing some bad times and I for one would like to make sure that the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers are ready,” said the Southern California club president. “Besides the solutions we come up with now can help us with other problems that might come up later. Terrorism is still tops on out list. We are still not sure what they have planned for us but I think we all agree that they are planning something and that something is big.”
“There are a lot of people right now that believe that Mexico may be the first to fall. We talked about this before. We need to make a decision on what if anything we need to prepare for. We certainly need to prepare for chapters that are in Mexico and make sure we have a place that they can rest if they need to come back to the United States. We need to prepare for drug cartel members that may decide that’s it time to make the United States home. We see what kind of violence that they bring to towns that they control in Mexico. We need to be prepared to stop them quickly if they bring that violence to the United States. The Texas President said. “There are already, several cities in the United States that have an increase in violence. If they decide to take territory within the United State’s it could be months before law enforcement is ready to respond.
“We need to prepare to take back those towns. Let’s hope that they stay in Mexico. What I fear the most is that the peso will become worth nothing and that the dollar will start to dry up because tourism will dry up. If this happens they may decide to come to the United States. How many members would it take just to wipe them out? We may need to coordinate our efforts in two dozen cities or more. And let’s face it the cops are not gong to like this one bit. While on the inside they may thank us; it won’t be long till public out cry will demand that they put us in jail. Therefore, whatever we do we need to make sure it can never be tied back to us,” said the president of the Southern California club.
“I just don’t trust the Mexican Cartels. I believe they will help the terrorist if it made them money. If Mexico collapses, it could open the border into Mexico so wide that it would make it almost impossible for us to stop terrorist for getting into the United States. If we go to war with the Mexican Cartels it may close some of the intelligence links that we now have in Mexico,“ Said the president of the Texas club. “If the Mexican Cartels start doing business with the terrorist, they aren’t going to help with intelligence any way.”
“That maybe true but people that are doing business with them now do like to work both sides of the fence and they will continue to help us unless they see us as their enemy. We have to make it clear that we are not against the Mexican people, hell, several of the outlaw clubs have members that are Hispanic. We will only be at war with those Hispanic drug cartels that want to take more United States soil or those that don’t live in a civilized way,” said the president of the Northern Club.
“For now I think we are jumping the gun. But even the government is starting to worry. Mexican Cartels are now the biggest threat to the United States, and that’s what the Department of Justice is saying. They are truly an organized crime organization. The National Drug Threat Assessment for 2009, says Mexican drug Cartels have gangs in over two hundred city right here in the United States,” the president of the East Coast Club said.
“We have to be real, they are bringing drugs over the border and hell, a lot of them are making drugs right here in the United States. They control a lot of Mexico right now and their favorite method of control is death. Mess with them and they will kill you. They control the cocaine, heroin, methamphetamines and marijuana markets all over the United States,” said the president of the Texas Club.
“They are growing at an alarming rate. It maybe time for us to step in a stop this before our cities start looking like Juarez, Mexico. This will have to be dealt with sooner rather than later. This maybe one of our first big organized ventures,” said the leader of the Northern California club.
“Let me chime in on this,” the president of the Heartland club added. “You know as well as I do if we wiped them out, someone else would come along and take their place. This is one fight that we can’t win. I’m with all of you when it comes to them threatening our way of life. If they want to go to war with us then so be it. But we are in danger of starting a race riot or at least a war against all bikers if we attack them. They have hundreds of thousand of members, and they have large families to boot. There is no way that we can stop this. I see our only way out of this is to stay friends and hope that they will not let terrorist in. If they are willing to help us protect America against the terrorist and live peacefully within our borders then I can’t see a good reason to start any shit with them. The Mexican Drug Cartels have not brought the level of violence across the border yet. As long as they keep the violence on there side of the border then I’m good. This is a problem for the police, we didn’t sign on to become the policemen of the United States. We signed on to help prevent terrorism.”
“This is something that will have to be brought up to the entire Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers, but I agree with you that at this time it is not our fight. Who knows if it will become our fight, but if it does we may want a plan,” said the president of the southern California club.
“Have we gotten to a place where we can make our own fuel encase something goes wrong,” asked the president of the Northern club?
Someone answered. “we currently are looking in to several possibilities and feel strongly that one or more of them will work. We may have different fuel sources for different parts of the country; it depends on what is available where. We are also watching closely the new programs that the President is putting in place and trying to find out if we need to speed up our programs. At this point we thank it will be ten years or more before the gas availability in the United States will be affected.”
“One of the things I feel strongly about is that we are ready for just about anything, that includes what ever comes out of the sky be it a meteor or a flying object full of aliens. I don’t think we should be bringing to the Brotherhood as a whole, the talk about aliens and the 2012 bullshit. It’s fine that we take a quick look at it and then make sure that our plans cover us from any crazy thing that comes down the road but realistically until we see what an alien can do we can’t make plans to fight them,” said Ernie. “Besides it just makes us look crazy, that’s the last thing, I want my brothers to think about me.” Ernie remembered the conversation that he had with Chas just a few days ago. He thought that if the brotherhood had heard that conversation that they would demand that he never talk to Chas again. Be Ernie had a feeling about Chas. He believed him. He didn’t yet know exactly what plans Chas had for the brotherhood, but he was looking forward to seeing this bright new world for himself. The brotherhood would just have to wait. For now he wasn’t willing to lose his credibility with his brothers.
“I think we need to stay away from the Eagle Grill for awhile; they have some really crazy people in their. Between the nerds and the college crowd they talk more bullshit then we do. There hasn’t been a night that I have been there that someone wasn’t talking about one crazy idea or another. I have been to plenty of bars that have normal conversation about stuff like girls and kids.” Ernie said. He knew that conversations were over heard to often. He didn’t know if any of his brothers had over heard the conversations with Chas or not but he sure as hell hoped not.
“What the hell happen to good ole family conversations, or conversations about bikes, cars or women? I think there may be to much Boulder influence at the Eagle Grill,” says the president of the Heartland Club. “Ernie you and your boys handle that for now. Chas and his friends are opening up more and more. Hopefully we will soon find out what they are up to. As long as their money is green and their information pans out, I would like to keep that door open.” Ernie knew that he may be escaping a bullet. For now he would deal with Chas. He hadn’t told anyone what Chas had told him the other night. The envelopes still had the word CHAS on them. So most of the bikers thought Chas was the supplier. Several of the clubs had their own connections with the CHAS group. He would let them deal with their own group. He did want to find out what CHAS really stood for. He also wanted to find out exactly what they were up too. Why did they support the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers.
The president of the Texas club said, “I have a meeting with that General in two days. He sent me an e-mail that said he had information on a terror cell that he would like me to check out. This is the fourth time he has contacted me. The last time I did ask him about Chas. He said Chas was a friend. He went on to say that we are you friends. We have big plans for you and you will be asked to join us. The time is not right yet. You still haven’t gotten to the point that you trust us totally. Chas may sound like a crazy man from time to time, but trust me he knows more about this universe then anyone else alive. Ask Ernie how long he has known Chas. He has been feeding information to the world for awhile. A story here a story there. A TV show here and there. It’s all about getting people to adjust and change their way of think.”
Ernie said, “I have known Chas for over three years, he is not a close friend but I like him. I like his stories although they have been scaring me a little lately. He had me seeing angel and elves in all kind of people. I certainly don’t see the world the same way in the last couple of months. Putting aside his stories, I trust him. I believe he is honorable.”
The meeting started to break up. Some headed home some headed to the bars in Longmont, and other headed toward the Bus Stop.
A group of the Chapter presidents and a few of the other senior members ended up at the Bus Stop. They all had their favorites.
“I didn’t know the Bus Stop girls can pretty much talk about anything you can imagine. I’ve carried a few of the Eagle Grill conversation to the Bus Stop and those girls knew a lot about what ever subject I brought up,” said one of the Vice Presidents. “At least they aren’t talking about flowers and vegetarian meals and how the religious right is destroying the world. And believe me I have know problem with girls kissing girls. So I’m all for gay rights in strip bars, as long as it’s girl on girl.”
“Have you ever noticed that the Bus Stop seems to have a girl for every guy. I not just talking about quantity. I’m talking about variety. Tall, short, young, old, blond, red, brunette, skinner or chubby there seems to be a girl for everyone. You don’t find that in a lot of strip clubs. I always fall for the butter face. I like the girls that looked like they have lived through hell. Hell, I ain’t exactly a pretty boy myself. They just seem to have more of life experiences.” One of the Chapter president from a Northern club said.
“Give me a pretty young skinny blond any day.” One of the young chapter vice presidents said.
“I guess we all have different taste, I like the roller derby girl. Sexy and lots of attitude. And damn, I like a nice tight ass.” One of the men from the South said.
Back at the Eagle Grill I was watching the happening of the night.
The conversation at the Eagle Grill that night was Wicca. It seems that a few of the girls that came to the Eagle Grill practice Wicca. They were talking with a few of the other girls about what they believed. They believe in nature. They compare that to the way the American Indians practiced their faith, nature was to be respected, kind of like the boy scouts you leave things nicer then when you got there. Protect the environment. They believe in God although they do not give god a sex. They said many Wicca are practicing Christians. They believe in healing potions and natural medicine. The love animals and although many were vegetarians some did eat meat.
The conversation the men were having was more interesting to the few bikers that were at the Eagle Grill that night. A few of the men said that the Wicca girls like sharing their men with the other girls in their coven. Now that sounded like the kind of girl they were looking for.
They were thinking that natural could be good, many of the bikers had lived through the 60’s and 70’s and had dabbled in the free love world before going off to fight. Some had experienced the wild days of the 80’s when sex was what everyone was doing. Many of them missed those days in some ways and were glad they were gone for other reasons. They didn’t miss the Disco days. They didn’t miss the sexually transmitted diseases even though they seemed to be coming back strong. They did miss the women of the time.
At times it seemed the free loving days of the past had come back. It didn’t seem that hard to find a lady, if your were willing to just try a little. The bikers didn’t seem to have to try that hard. Many of them had women half their age. Hell, many of the biker chicks had guys half their age. The cougars at the Eagle Grill certainly were doing well. Many of the younger crowd from the old Opera House had started coming to The Eagle Grill and they brought young faces and drugs.
The regulars were happier that McCarthy’s had gobbled up some of the biker crowd and that the bands always seemed to bring out the prettiest girls in town. The magic was back at the Eagle Grill. The wild girls, both young and old, were still breaking hearts. The young girls were still hustling for drinks. The biker chicks were still raising hell and the local women were still looking for that one man that would rock their world.
The local men were just happy that they didn’t have the competition. More and more of the local crowd was checking out the Eagle Grill. The conversation on this night went back to the 2012 thing, I guess everyone didn’t see the history channel the first week and were starting to catch the reruns. One person was saying that he had looked it up on the internet and found all kinds of theories.
Joe started laughing when the young guy said that the Sun was going to switch it’s axis and destroy the earth. Joe was about fifty years old and he had retired from the military. Joe told him that solar flares or something like solar flares happens about every 11 years, “just ask the Air traffic controllers. When it happens, they get an increase in solar radiation and for a while, they might lose satellite communications or even have problems with the power grid. It happens enough that I think we can handle it. In addition, let’s say for a second that this is the worse solar flares we have ever had. Let say for the sake of argument that the solar flares wipe out the power grid of the world and we all go without power for a few days weeks or even months. Let say that it happens on December 21 2012 like the internet says it will.” Joe said.
“Guys like me, my family will move to the forest, we’ll hunt, we’ll fish, we’ll find fire wood and we will survive just find. It’s those young people that have parents that have never taken them camping, fishing, or hunting that will have problems. I have no problem living of the land. My kids are grown now and they will not have problems living of the land. I sure as hell don’t need electricity or a phone to survive. I don’t need television, I would like a radio or at least some batteries for my CD player because I would miss my music.” Joe continued.
“Well” the young man said “the sun flares might not kill us but I read that the alignment of the sun and earth with the middle of the galactic center would force the earth to change where the equator is. They said that years ago the equator ran through the middle of Alaska and the world could move again and it would all happen within hours. This would cause floods, tsunami, volcanoes, and earthquakes to happen all over the world at once. It would be the end of the world, as we know it. ”
“Well” Joe said, “If all that happens at once there is not much anyone can do about it. I would suggest praying; maybe going somewhere that thing won’t fall on your head. Go to higher grounds, Colorado sounds good to me,” He laughed out loud. “In a case like that a lot of people will die, I suggest you learn to live off the land. Learn to make fire, Learn to figure out how to make food on your own. Learn to survive.” A couple of the bikers in the back just laughed and shook their heads.
One of the bikers shouted out “only the fit will survive and these steroid filled punks think that they are tough. Let’s see them go a few days without food. Kids think they know it all, I wonder how many could survive without a few of us old times to help them out.”
Bill said, “hell I remember when I was nine years old my father and four of my friends fathers took us out to the woods and dropped us off, all they left us was sleeping bags, a tent, a box with four match and some flint, some fishing line, two bows and some arrows and a couple of knives. They dropped us off Friday and picked us up on Sunday afternoon. We ate like kings and had the best time of our live. From that day forward we would leave the house Friday evening and come home Sunday evening didn’t matter what time of year it was. We built a tree house, caught and cooked our own food. And told stories all weekend long. We didn’t play video game, we didn’t watch television. We had girls over sometimes but we hadn’t even hit puberty yet. We did that for probably three or four years, until we realized how beautiful the girls were. Then we started acting like the kids in town. We go to movies, make out and work at any job we could find to take care of our girl friends. Damn I miss those days. Let the snow fall let the rivers run, let the oceans fill the land, let the earth quake, and let the volcano’s fill the sky, because I will survive, yes I will survive. So if your worried young man; I think I might find someone to teach you how to fish. What’s the saying, give a man a fish and feed him for a day, teach him to fish and feed him for a life time.”
“It don’t really matter if 2012 is the end of days” Joe said. “What is really important is how you live your life today. Do you love like there is no tomorrow, do you take care of those in need, do you love you family and treat them with the kindness they deserve. Do you respect your elders, and treat women like the goddess’s they are. Do you pray to your god and give him the credit he or she deserves. Do you live a good life. Hell that don’t mean you can’t have a little fun every now and then, it just means don’t have fun at someone else’s expense.”
Some of the younger guys just shook their heads and had a look of discuss, but a few listened, the girls liked what he had to say, and a few said yea guys is that so hard to do. The ladies had talked about the old adage that their were no good men left in the world. How many of the young men there that night had ever heard words like that, they had been raised in the computer age, where life was your next text message and they only thing that mattered was tonight. The bikers knew what he was talking about and they had raised their children to at least, understand the basic of survival. They had dragged their children to campout ever year since they were kids and you know what, their kids could survive and they would even be able to help a few of their friends survive. The pamper life that kids live today isn’t protecting them from anything; several of the men were thinking. The Boy Scouts is a thing of the past and with all the new games coming out on one game system or another, I wonder if anyone would survive.
Joe was an engineer working at one of the big companies in town, a computer nerd for lack of a better term. He had been raised in the military, he had traveled all over the world. He had done some farming and even worked as a ranch hand a few summers. He was a southern boy that sounded like he could be from almost anywhere in the United States. Like his father he had retired from the military. Most of the guys at the Eagle Grill knew him and even if they weren’t a good friend of his they would always say hi. He found Longmont to be an interesting town and he enjoyed his time at the Eagle Grill. He knew a few of the bikers, both outlaw’s and independents. He really did like the new talk going on about 2012. He was one of those tourists that would head down to the Cancun area for the history and not the party atmosphere.
Others at the Eagle Grill found this kind of conversation boring. Nevertheless, there were a few, that really like what could be called a somewhat intelligent conversation. What girl is with what guy and who was having a fight that week wasn’t interesting to Joe. Joe and Chas were two peas in a pod. They both loved stories. Joe like the human stories about life lessons where Chas was more of the science guy. I like both kinds of stories. Now that I was putting together the story of the outlaw bikers I started to understand them better.
Amber had moved on from her on again off again relationship with Big Chris. He had just started coming back to the Eagle Grill again. He was singing a few songs with the different bands that played there and the girls would still pat the hearts every time he sang. Some girl would always get her heart broke when she found out the Big Chris wasn’t interested in her. Big Chris was interested in making friends and he loved everyone. That ten minutes he spent with this girl or that was just his way of being nice. Amber of all people understood it, after all she had been Big Chris’s girl. She also understood Kathy a lot better and knew she would be one of those girls that would care about Big Chris until she died.
Amanda was still listen to the problems of all the girls and helping them as much as she could. She had continued to take courses and had completed her studies at the local college and was starting at the University of Colorado. If her domineer at the Eagle Grill was any sign of how successful she would be at Psychology then she was going to be one of the great ones.
Ashley and Holly were still flying under the radar. Ashley was still working as a bartender helping both Cindy and Kathy out, and from time to time she would work as a waitress. Kate was working more and more as a host and checking ID’s at the door. She had just returned for a vacation in Mexico and you could see that she had a good time.
Kathy was settling back down and was very busy, between working, her grand children and Roller Derby she barely had time for herself much less a man. She had just returned from Australia and you could see the tan on her face. She said that the tourist from other countries didn’t seem to like Americans. The Australians were as nice as anyone you could ever meet. She said she had thought about staying and never returning. She scuba dived the Great Barrier Reef but was disappointed because the water was so rough that she could really sea the reef the way she had hoped.
Other’s at the Eagle that night talked about sports and how well the local team was doing. There was always a fan of another sports team from another town. It was surprising of how many got along so well. The Eagle Grill had fans of a lot of the out of state teams, but you could always find a Denver fan in the crowd. It was only a year ago that the Rockies had made it to the world series. And even a few of the New York Yankee fans were rooting for them.
That conversation wasn’t that interesting to the bikers either. They were more interested in when the next bike run was going to be, what they needed to do to their bike when the pulled it out from winter storage. They were interested in those survival skills that they had been talking about earlier. They really didn’t care about all that 2012 bullshit even though a few of them found it quite interesting. How much is it going to cost me to get my bike back on the road was a better conversation for them or how big or powerful their bike was. They liked talking about their favorite bike coming out that year. And yes they liked to talk about the women.
The brotherhood had all been thinking about the plans that needed to be finalized before they moved on to the work that they all had ahead of them. Who would think that the outlaw bikers had taken on such an immense project? They had all had the love of country; it was one of the most important things in their life. To think that they were watching out for terrorist, preparing for riots, keeping an eye on the drug cartels, and preparing for the end of the world. What had they gotten themselves into and where would it all lead. The brotherhood of bikers that had for thirty or more years been considered the bad boys. Yes, they had worked hard on their image over the last few years, but so many remembered the past and here they were thinking of the future.
The bad boys were almost ready for what ever came down the pipeline. Right wrong or indifferent the American people would soon see the men as the knights they want to be. They were almost ready to protect the United States for what ever was next. They had prepared themselves for the future. The American soldiers would still be gone for a year or more and things were getting very scary for the average American citizen. If they only knew that, these men that had their backs, would succeed at any cost.
The next meeting was only a few days away and the brotherhood had paid attention to the news media. And they had even watched a little history channel over the last several weeks and they got a better understand of at least were the bullshit was coming from. Some worried about the future but none of them feared the future. Why should they, they had a brotherhood that would soon be prepared to step up and protect the country they loved. Intelligence was already coming in from all over the world. The terrorist were planning something big. For now, it seemed that the terrorist would refocus on Afghanistan.
The Brotherhood had broken up the Christmas plot that had been planned. The had saved several Churches and synagogues and no telling how many lives. I was wondering just how many other plots had been broken up by them. Maybe not so directly, but by them looking into the sells of guns. They investagations into drug rings. Them being at the gun shows and them watching the back alley deals. Their involment with the clubs in Mexico and Canada may have also slowed down terrorist from crossing the borders. Their dealings with the dock workers had turned up several containers and the help that they provided made sure a lot more containers got checked.
At this point I wasn’t sure if they realized the effect they had on the security of America. America was safer. 16
Some may wonder what the Eagle Grill, the Bus Stop, the other bars in this sleepy little town of Longmont and yes Biker Nation all have in common. Well I ask you all to set back and smell the flowers. They all have a different scent some smell good and other have an aroma that just knocks you off your feet. So is true with the stories that are shared at the Eagle grill and by Biker Nation members. Some of the stories are forgotten before you walk out of the bar other stay with you for days if not a lifetime. The brotherhood had been telling stories for years. I didn't judge their past life that was filled with the blood that they all split. They had once been rivals and they had promised to wipe each other of the planet. Now they had joined for a cause. This cause was greater than their past, greater then their future. One brotherhood uniting all bikers, for America. That what I saw.
As for the people at the Eagle Grill I saw growth too. They had come together with the help of the bikers to start charity events of their own. Even the girls at the Bus Stop were starting to raise money for charity. With the economy of United States and world for that matter going down hill as fast as that snow ball. They were still thinking of others. Maybe Kathy had a little to do with that, after all the Denver Roller Dolls had been raising money for years for charity. Maybe the talk of biker runs had something to do with it. Maybe people just realized that it was time to step up.
Over the last several month I had seen growth in this sleepy little town. I had saw what I thought was little girls grow up into ladies right before my eyes. Yes Amber, Amanda, Ashley and Holly were now women and they had proved that to me over and over with their kind words and big hearts. Ashley was still on the wagon and I saw no signs of that ending. Amber was starting to take on more and more responsibilities around the bar. Amanda had something going on in the last few month but I hadn’t figured thatout just yet, but I could tell she too had blossomed. I knew first hand the stories about survival and life in general were taking root in the young men. Yes, Longmont was growing. I for one was proud of what I was seeing.
Biker Nation had all come together. They had made plan and tested those plans. They had put aside their differences for a cause. The intelligence apparatus that Biker Nation had put together, was first class. They had members of almost every Chapter that spoke the languages of the terrorist. They had infiltrated several Mosques in the United States and they had several infiltrators inside newly forming extremist groups all over the world. They were taking little chances. They had clubs in the Middle East and Africa that they were watching closely. For now, they felt good that this was working but they also realized that it wouldn’t take much for these clubs to fall apart.
They had looked at the possibility of aliens, comets, civil war, Mexico’s collapse and Mexican Drug Cartel’s taking over America. They had looked at what might happen if the President was assassinated. They had concluded that one plan would work for all. They researched each idea and made decisions based on that information.
That day at the weekly meeting. Biker Nation looked at the possibility of an economic collapse. “I have been doing a lot of research on what would happen if the United States economy collapses. What I found was almost laughable. At one site, it talked about and predicted that the market would drop 2000 points in just under a week. Well they were right the market dropped over 4000 points in just over a week. They said, if this happen the Federal Reserve would step in and stop all trading. This happened also; they suspended trading for the day and then allowed it to continue the very next day.” Said Big Chris.
“They said if this happen all banks would shut their doors and lock up. No one would be able to cash checks, businessmen could not buy new product, ATM machines wouldn’t work. This means that what ever you have in your pocket is all you are ever going to have. They said that by the time the government could respond over eighty percent of all businesses would go out of business with little or know hopes of revival.” Big Chris continued.
“They said the Stock Market collapse we saw in late 2008 was twice as bad as what they predicted and the consequences were nowhere near as bad as they thought. The governments response was slower then what they had thought and still we survive. Unemployment is still relatively low compared to say the mid to late 80’s, I’m not saying it’s good, I’m just saying it has been worse in my lifetime. We are going through a tough time.” Big Chris continued.
“My recommendation is that we pool our money or put our money into the market and take advantage of the low stock prices right now. I don’t see a depression like event coming down the pipeline anytime soon. We’re talking a depression event like the one that happen in the late thirties, were almost everyone was out of work and people began living in boxes on the side of the street. I believe we can also take advantage of business that go out of business especially in the secure and private investigations world. We can also take advantage of the upswing in the gun market. This would but a lot of revenue into our pocket and help with our own financial problems.” The president of the Eastern United States Club said.
“As far as planning concerns, I would say that if a collapse happens that the planning we have to move our family and friends to a safe location would be the best. Things like safe houses or locations, camping equipment, food supplies, gasoline supplies, and firearms. I don’t see the need to get involved in the problems caused by a collapse in the economy. People are going to be hurting and that is not something we can do much about. We want to save America for possible collapse, caused by terrorist, but there is little we can do to stop an economical collapse if it is going to happen. We will be lucky enough to save ourselves.” The president of a Florida club said.
Everyone seemed to agree that there was little that they could do to stop wide spread panic if all the banks closed their doors. The next order of business was the possibility of an assassination or attempted assassination on the President. The presidents of the Northern California big six club spoke out. “We have isolated the areas that we feel will flare up the fastest. We have forces station near these locations within an hours drive. We have worked with other clubs in the area and identified who will respond to what area. With the use of cell phones and the ability to do mass conference calls or e-mail to all the members in the field we can respond very fast.”
“I have made contact with gangs in California that are willing to help us if riots break out, some of these gang are Hispanic and others are black gangs, The only thing I had to promise is that we would hunt down the bastards that killed the president. And that if we could we would stop it from happening. Truthfully, I’m not positive that this agreement will hold up. But if it does then it might be a new connection. The gangs said they would protect their areas. I had members from the 10 largest gangs in California and they seem to agree that this type of violence isn’t good for any body. I have provided maps to each of their areas, so if something does happen we need to respect them until we know we can’t.” The president of the Southern California club said. “We have also worked this out with our brothers in the North.”
“We believe we have the gear needed to slow any intrusion outside the riot areas. We have been able to acquirer stun guns and rubber bullets to help slow down and not escalate the situation. We took heed in the fact that we are trying to help not trying to start a war. We understand that this is a natural responds to a very bad situation. We have also started working with black organization to find out what their response will be. We have volunteered to provide security through neighborhoods that they felt danger in. We have discussed our procedures and they seemed satisfied but none have yet to say I will call you if I need you. Some have said that our procedures were satisfactory,” said the East Coast Club president. “If you could make some calls maybe the gangs on the west coast can help with the gangs across the United states. Solve one problem at least.”
“We have also set up enough fall back positions if the situation really gets out of hand. We have taken friends and family to these location during motorcycle runs and have made sure they know where our fall back locations are. We did this without letting them know why we were taking them there. We just made sure they knew that if something happen and we couldn’t get to each other that they should meet us at that location. Some of these fall back positions are in caves and national parks. We figured if we needed them that all hell has broken out and nobody would really care,” said the president of the Heartland Club.
“We have requested that all members prepare their camping gear and we have requested that they start a small pantry for food, batteries and water. We have asked that everyone have enough food for maybe a month. Depending on what happens we figure that at that point we would need to start growing our own food supply. We have put aside enough seeds to start new crops. Each camp would only need to supply food for no more than one hundred people. We have also started to develop gasoline and we believe we can maintain production of enough gas to last us a life time.” The president of an Alabama club said.
“We have several different methods right now. One is the E85 ethanol gas that we have purchased and tested that works pretty well. I worry about were to get the corn but it is viable. We will continue to find new methods and test and process them as fast as we can. Gasoline will be in abundant supply,” the Alabama president continued.
“We have looked into what the Department of Homeland Security recommends all citizens do in case of emergencies. They say that you should: And this is stuff right out of their book.” The president of the Northern club said.
“First, they say we should create an emergency communications plan. They say you should use an out-of-town contact that your family can call or e-mail to check on each other should a disaster occur. They assume that things in your local area are bad. They want your contact to be far enough away that they are very unlikely affected by the same event. However, knowing what we do about terrorist; I suggest that we have several contacts and one should be close enough to get too incase of an emergency and several should be farther away. Because we have membership in several states, we can use each other’s clubhouse numbers and e-mail address. We need to make sure that all our family and friends have all of these contacts at all times. We don’t know when something is going to happen.”
“They also suggest that we leave these numbers at our children’s school. We may also want to leave contacts at our place of business encase something happens to us. Make sure that your family and friends know that if telephones are out that they should use E-mail if possible. We have set up base stations and a citizen band network for ourselves and we should let our people know about that. While I’m thinking about it we my want to include out Doctors and vets in our circle because we may need them. Also, remind your family and friends, that phones get jammed up when emergencies happen so they may need to wait and call back later.”
“Next, the Department of Homeland Security says we should establish a meeting place. Again having a number one, number two, and even a number three place is important. These meeting places should be near but not necessarily close to your home or work place. A first option may be your children’s school, if it is not in an area that is affected by an attack. Don’t forget to bring your pets if possible. If you leave them behind, they may be gone forever. Now we have established meeting places for all chapter members but this is a meeting place for your family and friends. Once your group is together then you should proceed to our established meeting place. We have already established several meeting places for each Club and Chapter. It will be up to each member to establish several meeting places for their friends and family.”
“Next, each Club has already started a disaster supply kit. This is what the Department of Homeland Security recommends we have in them. Now this is what they recommend we can expand on them if we want. Most of these items are just to help us feel more comfortable. The whole kit shouldn’t be much bigger then a duffle bag. So it should fit on the back of our bikes. Make sure you have extra medicines and prescription drugs for your entire family. All Baby items needed for several weeks, this may mean using cloth diapers because it will be hard to carry a months supply of plastic diapers. Don’t forget formula and baby food. Any special items needed for disabled members of your family. A first aid kit that includes non-prescription drugs like Tylenol, antiseptic, lotion, and suntan lotion. Make sure you have plenty of wraps and tape.”
“Also bring no more then three changes of clothing, I don’t think this will be a problem, but blue jeans and shirts, nothing fancy. Bring a sleeping bag or bed roll for everyone, Also include extra batteries, a portable radio, some food and water and a tool kit of some kind. Power tools might not work. Also include things like some cash, birth certificates, passports, and you licensees. You may want things like power of attorneys, Marriage certificates, insurance policies, life insurance beneficiary designations paperwork, and yes even a copy of your will. You should store these away from your house. I know that a few of our members are taking a Red Cross course in preparation and may have more information for us later,” said a clubs medical officer.
“The Department of Homeland security also recommends that each parent knows the schools policy when it comes to emergencies. Will they release your children to someone besides yourself? Make sure the school has an extensive list of people that can take custody of your children. You or your friends may not be able to get to the school due to road closures or extend disaster zones. A friend of yours that lives close maybe able to get your kids and meet you somewhere. Make sure you friends know what to do if they can’t get a hold of you. Make sure that regardless of what happens that you can reunite with your children. Keep in mind that after a disaster that you may not be able to get through to the school because the phone will be busy,” said the president of the Texas Club.
“We should also look at what to do if a disaster hits near us. They said on their web site that we should remain calm. I’m not so worried about that with all the planning we are doing and the training that we have done I feel confident we will do a good job; we just need to make sure we do not get in the way of the professional. I know it may be hard for some of us but we need to do what ever the local emergency officials tell us. We want to be part of the solution not part of the problem. We need to make sure that we listen to our local television and radio stations they will carry the emergency broadcast message that authorities will give us, this is information that we may need. Most of our members have taken some kind of first aid course and we can help injured people,” said the president of the Texas Club.
“They go on to tell the obvious like check for damages using a flashlight not a candle just in case of gas leaks, do not light matches, lighters, candles or electrical switches. Check for fire, fire hazards, gas leaks, and other household hazards. If you suspect gas leaks turn off the main gas valve. If you do find problems get everyone out of the building quickly. Shut of all damaged utilities. Again don’t forget your pets. Check on your neighbors they may be able to help or worse need your help,” said the president of the Texas Club.
“We have trained all the men in the brotherhood that after a major terrorist attack that they should expect mass casualties, that roads buildings, bridges could be damaged and that they should always have alternate ways to get to any place,” said the president of the Northern big six club.
“We have told them the because of the criminal nature of terrorist attacks that they should expect local, state, and federal law enforcement and medical involvement. That means once they show up on the scene we take a back seat. We help if needed but move on as soon as we can. We also have to remember that hospital and clinics maybe full to capacity so we may be need and should help were ever we can. We have to also watch for those people that will take advantage of the police being so busy. The criminal types tend to make the best of bad situations,” said the president of the Heartland Club.
“We have also reminded our people that the media will go into a frenzy and that we need to stay out of the lime light as much as possible. That doesn’t mean run and hid it just means no interviews,” said the president of the Heartland Club.
“We are prepared for airports, seaports and road closures. The bike runs have enabled us to find numerous back roads and byway to travel. We can get to just about anywhere. We have enough members with boats that we can move a lot of people if needed. We all know that these things can last for months or even a year if it is bad enough. First priority is our family,” said the president of the Northern club.
“We have also set up decontamination procedure incase of biological or chemical warfare being used. The last thing we want is to have someone spread some disease to our families. We have set up screening procedures for everyone coming into our camps,” Said the president of the Northern California club.
The Biker Nation was ready. To them it really didn’t matter what came down the pipe. They knew in their heart that their actions were a good thing and that was all that mattered to them. They had an intelligence network that even the army would like to have. They had plans that covered even the most bazaar scenario. The brotherhood was ready.
I was part of the Disaster Preparedness Support Team when I was in the military. I remember Hurricane Andrews was bearing down on central Florida before it turn towards South Florida. I had to stay on the base and run the command post. I got my family to safer ground. Then I went back to work. That is the same thing that Biker Nation is doing. They know that it is had for a man to work if he is worried about his family. Take care of your family first then come back and help out all the other people.
Biker Nation wasn’t going to forget all the other Americans that might be in harms way. They were planning to help out. First they had to get their family and friends to a safe place. That had to take care of their families. Bikers outside of Biker Nation in non-outlaw clubs were also preparing. They knew that they would have a role. Women were starting to play bigger parts in the planning. This wasn’t as new as some might think.
Meanwhile the world went on. The Eagle Grill was packed on this night; Joe Cool had brought out people like always. Love was in the air and the girls packed the dance floor. You couldn’t even get to the restrooms because people were dancing in front of the stage area. Kate was wondering if they had met capacity yet. Let’s just hope that the Fire Marshall doesn’t drop by.
The cougars were having a ball, and the biker chicks were hooking up with local independents. It seemed that ever man had a chance that night. A few of the local women that didn’t come out that much were there and the local men were all giving their best lines. You had to stand close to whomever you were talking to because of the crowd. The owner Jeff was happy because he had to call in all the waitresses. He always had Cindy working a beer bar on Joe Cool nights but this crowd even surprised him.
Big Chris came in and was having a good time talking to all the women. He was saying hi to all of his old friends and like always welcoming the new people. People often asked if Big Chris knew everyone in Longmont. Who knows, he was well liked by all those that did knew him. He and Chris Long, a local independent, were planning a bike run on Saturday and a few others were hoping to join them. Big Chris came by and gave all the waitresses a big hug and shook the hands of all the regulars at the Eagle Grill that night. Big Chris spent some extra time talking to Amber and Kathy and gave both of them big hugs, lifting them of their feet.
Amber was a little sad on this night. For those that knew her, they knew that somebody was having a difficult time in their life. They knew right away that it couldn’t be about her. While nine out ten girls in the Eagle Grill thought only about themselves. Everything was about their boyfriend did this or that, or they had a fight with this girlfriend or that, or somebody said something about them. You could be sure that what ever caused Amber to have a sad face, had to do with a friend of hers or a friend of a friend. Amber had this big ole heart and everyone that knew her loved her for that.
Ashley, Amber and Amanda, the three A’s, were all like that. They took other people problems to heart. Amanda had learned to deal with this. Maybe it was the college courses, that Amanda was taking in psychology or maybe it was just her nature. Which ever it was, Amanda had learned to be a good friend and listen to her friends but never carry that weight with her. Amber on the other hand carried that weight, blessed are those who morn for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Amanda, Ashley and Amber were three women that would surely have a place in heaven.
Ashley was also warm hearted and a good friend, of almost everyone that came in. She had learned at a young age to take care of herself. Ashley had quit drinking and was drug free. She worked out regularly and stayed in shape. She loved working behind the bar because it got her away from a lot of the drama in the Eagle Grill. But if a friend needed her, she was always their for them.
Holly wasn’t one of the sisters, but the three A’s had adopted her and they were very close. Even Kathy thought older was close to the four of them. They had all shared apartments at one time or another. Amber and Kathy had become a lot closer over the last month since Amber had started working at the Eagle Grill. Holly was just like Amber she would really take the sadness of others to heart. Amber and Holly were both getting over a recent break up. But unlike other girls that would complain about how hard it was on them they were always more worried about each other.
I guess many people are like that. When a friend is in need, the first thing we want to do is help. The truth of the matter is sometimes there is nothing that we can do. Amanda understood that sometimes all you could do was listen and give lots of hugs. If she could help, she would but sometimes what ever the problem was would be just out of her hands. For example, If someone was sick, they had lost their job, or lost a lover. Those things she couldn’t control. Nevertheless, if you ever needed a shoulder, any of the girls at the Eagle Grill Amanda, Ashley, Amber, or Holly would be your girls.
Ernie had come in with his chapter and they had grabbed a table when Big Chris came by to say hi. Big Chris asked Ernie how things were going. Big Chris said same as always and what about you. Ernie laughed and said, “Well you remember a few months back and the meeting we had with the members of the different national chapter presidents.
“I remember,” Big Chris said, “I have been helping out when I can.”
Ernie said, “We are ready, we have a plan and everything is falling into place. That stupid little conversation at the Eagle Grill in Longmont Colorado turned my life around. And with God’s help and a little help from my friends, the world might just be a little better place.”
Big Chris and Ernie walked out on the Patio to have a smoke, a cigar of course; they saw a few people looking through a telescope at something in the sky. They both wonder what all the fuss was. They both knew, at the Eagle Grill it could be anything.
Chas walked up and told Big Chris and Ernie that a scientist would be coming to town next week and he would be working with Big Chris at the Air Traffic Control Center. The General from Texas will be here next week too. The both of you will get a chance to meet him. Your journey is still just beginning. It’s time you get to find out your true mission.
Ernie and Big Chris gave Chas their customary strange look and shook their heads ok. They were still shaking their heads when they were drawn back to the crowd on the patio.
Someone told them that there was a comet just below Saturn in the Southwestern Sky. The Comet is green, which signals that it is the first time the comet has ever been this close to the Sun. The other strange thing about this comet is that it is going clockwise around the Sun and not counter-clockwise like all the other comets. Someone said they heard that is was coming from the far reaches of our solar system and was heading back out to infinity and beyond. They said it had a parabolic orbit sort of like a satellite dish.
Chas was still stand out on the patio and walked back over to where Big Chris and Ernie were standing. Chas had a pair of binoculars and handed them to Big Chris. “The comets name is Lulin. It was discovered about two years ago at the Lulin observatory in China. If you look, you will find two tails. The comet is about the size of Jupiter. Scientists are afraid that as it gets closer to the Sun it will start melting, which is what comets do. The scientists are afraid that Lulin will break apart and possible leave pieces as large as earth or the moon behind. Ernie and Big Chris both gave him a big stare. I’m sure they were both thinking that, that could be a big problem. Ernie’s head was reeling and he started thinking about all the bull he had heard here at the Eagle Grill. He was wondering if this was just another pile.
I heard someone say that it looked blue to him. The first thing that came to mind was Mary’s Hopi indian blue star. Maybe this is the beginning of the end. Ernie and Big Chris both gave him a strange look. He told them he was only joking and they all laughed. Ernie was thinking, we finalize our plans not more then a few hours ago, I was in such a good mood and then a Green Comet passes by.
The Eagle Grill was full of stories, everything from aliens, meteors, 2012 prophecy’s, Hopi Indian folk lore, and even plans to build flying saucers. The had one of the best waitress and bartender staffs you will ever find. The people welcomed new comers and made friends that would last forever. People like Big Chris made friends all over town but he knew that this was his home bar.
Tonight they all shared a magnificent sight, maybe a one time only event. Here at the Eagle Grill they passed binoculars around to share with their friends, some new customers, some old. You could hear the slight gasp every time someone got a look at this emerald beauty. Wow, someone would say, oh my god, there it is. People were smiling and stories were being told of other comets that people had seen in their live time. Hale Bopp seemed to be most peoples favorite.
Although, most couldn’t see the comet with a naked eye people were talking about going to see it out in the country later this week. Some owned a telescope and others hoped to use someone else’s. Some had talked about getting together Tuesday morning about 3 am and finding a place to see it better. One of the great things about Colorado is that you’re never more then 20 miles form a secluded spot. Were the sky was lit with stars and gods splendor seemed to be a mere arms length away.
Ernie was thinking about all the work he and the other members of the Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers have done over the last several months and the fact that those efforts were born right here at the Eagle Grill. Knowing, that this place is so full of shit; I can’t believe that all these efforts might have been a bad idea like all of the other bullshit. Big Chris handed Ernie the binoculars and he looked into the heavens. Sure as shit a green maybe blue comet with two tails was flying by Saturn. What a sight. Maybe this was an omen of things to come. Ernie just hopes that it was a good omen, one as powerful as the green comet was beautiful.
The Eagle Grill was a place that friends came together, to have a few drinks and share stories. At the Eagle Grill you could find new friends and even meet old friends. It was a place that brought, old lovers back together and let you meet and make new lovers. One day the history books might note that the Eagle Grill was where The Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers first started their quest. It was the place that Hero’s were born and ideas were hatched.
That Green Comet would be long forgotten when the Brotherhood of the Outlaw Bikers had completed their quest. But for this night in a little town in Colorado called Longmont it was the talk of the town. And like, through a sign of magic in the background you could hear Joe Cool playing song of the past and you could see people laughing like there wasn’t a care in the world. Who really knows what tomorrow will bring. But if you’re down and out of luck and you need a pick me up, head on down to the Eagle Grill. I’ll be the Cowboy on the third stool from the right.17
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very well done, enjoyed reading and really enjoyed the way you ended it. Left me with a feeling of peace, I could visualize the green of the comet and the atmosphere of the Eagle grill with in your words.
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