Back in the early 1980's I rode with a 1%er club with only a handful of chapters. One year we were attending the Myrtle Beach drag races and for some reason no one at the gate bothered to make issue of wearing our colors although the sign said "no colors". At that moment we hadn't all gathered yet and our group were early and the first of us to arrive. So we all headed under the shade of a grove of trees to shake off the days ride and chat amongst ourself.
Some how and in the distraction of that we all came to notice we were surrounded by about 80+ Pagan MC members standing with there colors thrown over there shoulders. They were more then a little ****ed off because they were denied entrance unless they took off their colors but here we were with our colors on. And they didn't know if we were freind or foe. They wanted to know what was up with that and who were we and what were we all about. Being the spokesperson for our entourage I spoke with their president and explained where we came from, that we try to mind our own business (in other words I was aware of the big push the larger organizations like Pagans, Hells Angels, Outlaws and Banditos had on to absorb smaller clubs like ours and had defly avoided that thus far). And unlike them we tried to take our wives and children with us where ever we went on a run like this. Most of the Pagans there thought that was way cool and wished that they did that too. So the ice was broken, we shared some of our food and drink with them, took a group photo or 2 and realized we had possibly dodged a bullet. Before we parted ways we exchanged club bubsiness cards and which I still have today.
In the brief time we spent talking amongst each other I became rather fond of those guys. I heard everything gangland series had to say about them but once they felt comfortable and not threatened by us it was all good. Everyone was respectful towards the woman folk and enjoyed bantering with the younguns. The whole experience was a fond memory.
Some how and in the distraction of that we all came to notice we were surrounded by about 80+ Pagan MC members standing with there colors thrown over there shoulders. They were more then a little ****ed off because they were denied entrance unless they took off their colors but here we were with our colors on. And they didn't know if we were freind or foe. They wanted to know what was up with that and who were we and what were we all about. Being the spokesperson for our entourage I spoke with their president and explained where we came from, that we try to mind our own business (in other words I was aware of the big push the larger organizations like Pagans, Hells Angels, Outlaws and Banditos had on to absorb smaller clubs like ours and had defly avoided that thus far). And unlike them we tried to take our wives and children with us where ever we went on a run like this. Most of the Pagans there thought that was way cool and wished that they did that too. So the ice was broken, we shared some of our food and drink with them, took a group photo or 2 and realized we had possibly dodged a bullet. Before we parted ways we exchanged club bubsiness cards and which I still have today.
In the brief time we spent talking amongst each other I became rather fond of those guys. I heard everything gangland series had to say about them but once they felt comfortable and not threatened by us it was all good. Everyone was respectful towards the woman folk and enjoyed bantering with the younguns. The whole experience was a fond memory.