Growing up a son of an Outlaw Biker Part 1


By James Macecari

“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.”
― Shaun Hick

Many of us grew up during a time when stuff was pretty damned hard. I grew up with 3 brothers in Chicago. Mother worked two jobs most of her life and my Father, who would have a huge impression worked in a steel mill. Times were tough, we lived in a cockroach infested 3 bedroom apartment on the Northside of Chicago in a mostly Latino neighborhood. My pops moved to Chicago when he was 14 from Oceana West Virginia. He lived a hard and screwed up life. His father, my grandfather, was an old-school coal miner and the meanest drunk West Virginia ever seen.

I can remember being told a story about my grandfather. One day he got on one of his drunken rages and beat my grandmother up. The cops were called to the house, my grandfather was waiting for the sheriff on top of a hill. Everyone knew each other back then since the town was so small. He said ” Listen up Mike, I have one bullet in this revolver for you and one for me. Make your choice”. Let’s just say the sheriff let the situation cool off. Dam Grandfather was so mean the town showed up to the funeral to make sure he was dead.

I now know those days for my father haunted him. He was also a drunk. A mean one at that. He would give us a beating for just about anything. One of the biggest mistakes that we could make as boys was for him to catch us crying or losing a fight. I remember one time the school called. Told him I’d been in a fight at school and got a bloody nose or some crap. He specifically asked “Did he win? Cause if not, he has another ass whooping coming when he gets home”. Yea the threat of an ass whooping from him installed in me. “If I ever got into a fight” I better damn well make sure I did everything I could to win it.

When I was about 10 my father and his friends started hanging around a motorcycle club in the area. When I turned 11 he was a full patched member and always out on the weekends. During the week after he got out of work, he would be hanging with his brothers. It was always a point of contention with my mother. After a while, she just accepted him being gone all the time. Shit it actually was a quiet time around the house and ass whoopings got lesser the more he was with the club.

When I turned 13, my pops started bringing me around all the guys. It was a sight to see, all those Harleys and Triumphs, what an amazing experience. My favorite part of being taken around the guys was a huge Rotty named “Rex”. It was the security for the clubhouse. Mean ass mother, but he was as nice as could be to me. As the year went on my pops would bring me to the clubhouse more and more. I became close friends with another members son. We are still the closest of brothers till this day. One thing that didn’t matter was the race. It was a white/latino club. Being in a Latino neighborhood, I was able to get the biker culture from both sides.

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14 was the first time I got laid. Yes, It was my birthday and my pops came up to me and said to hit the back room. The room is where the guys held all of their meetings. I thought I was about to get my ass whooped and didn’t even know why. My pops closed the door and said make me proud. About 10 minutes later a 25-year-old stripper came into the room and my world was rocked. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. We were in the room for about 30 minutes, I blew my cherry bomb and she left the room. About 5 minutes later I heard my pops yelling for me to get out of the room now. When I came out all the guys from the club were out in the bar area yelling up a storm and giving me the high 5. Talking about becoming a man that day, and even better all those people cheering you on for popping your cherry.
Another big moment for me came when my pops got me a 1977 cb750 piece of shit when I was 15. Actually, it was a frame and box of parts, couldn’t even call it a scooter because shit was everywhere and not assembled at all. “Here’s your ride, every day after your chores and school I better see you putting this thing together.” He threw me a box of tools and I had at it. Man, I remember I had no damn clue what I was doing. When I would ask my pops for help, he smacks the shit out of me and tells me if I could read I could do it my damn self. It took me a year and a half to get that bike up and running. I had nothing but a year and a half of busted up knuckles and pride with that damn bike.

By the time, I was 16 my pops got rid of his steel mill job and told my mother he was finished. Couldn’t take the ragging any longer from her. I chose to go with my pops while my brothers chose to stay with my mother. My pops got a 1 bedroom house a few miles from where I grew up. He had a stripper as a new ol lady, stupid bitch was high or drunk most of the time but she was cool too me. She was one of those broads that would make you shake your head every time she talked. I especially liked her because she would bring her friends over from the strip club all the time. Yea it was a high school kid dream let me tell you.

That dream didn’t last long, when I turned 17, it was May 15th, about 4:30 in the morning I was awakened with Feds, DEA, and ATF busting through the door. It was a coordinated bust that took down half of the club, over 120 agents launched multi- raids throughout the morning. That was the first time I found myself face deep in the ground with some pig yelling at me to stay “The Fuck Still”. My ol man was in the other room screaming up a storm while you heard his dipshit ol lady crying like a bitch always does in situations like that.

The last time I saw my Ol man walking free was that night. As I was laying face down with my head turned, a cop on my back, he was led out of the house. I can still remember that moment in time like it was yesterday, seemed all to go by in slow motion. When they got my ol man out of the house the cop finally lets me up, started asking the bullshit questions. Who are you? What is your relation and crap like that? It took them all day to rummage through the house, me sitting there on the floor the whole time watching as the government laughed and joke about how big the bust was. They got 15 of the guys on RICO charges, Guns, drugs, prostitution. The whole damn case was built by one of the guys turning states rat because he got caught up on a coke charge and didn’t want to do the 5 years.

The hardest point I believe in my life, up to that point, of course, was watching a so-called brother of my Ol Man testifying against everyone on the stand. At 17, it wasn’t something I could comprehend. How the hell could someone do that to their brothers? I kept asking myself that question as he was on the stand, you knew what you were doing, you accepted the risks, but why turn on your club and brothers when you were caught? 5 years, he would have probably got out in 2.5, instead, he chose to rat on everyone. It was not only hard for me to understand, but I could tell pops was taken back by it all. Here is a man he trusted, one who he was with on a daily basis, shit we all use to have dinner over at his house all the time, but here he was testifying against everyone. Yea you can say that would screw with your head a bit.

June 26th the following year all the guys were convicted on all charges, instead of separate trials they all went at it together. I was sitting in the booth right behind my pops when they were all told to rise. Before the judge spoke, my pops turned around to me, “Boy, don’t you ever forget what you see here today, these are true men, true men stand side by side no matter what. Never rat on your brothers, never talk to the police ever, have honor in your word, remain loyal to your beliefs”. 5 minutes after my pops spoke those words his sentence came down. Life without the possibility of parole. He did not show any emotion, he kept his head up high and never once asked the court for mercy.

After everyone received their sentences my pop said: “Well that’s that, take care of yourself, boy, remember what I said”. My pops got assigned to Atlanta Penitentiary in Georgia, I know it had to be hard on him since he was so far away and I couldn’t come visit a lot. He did arrange for me to stay with the clubs new active President “Rooster”, Rooster always watched out for me and pops knew I would be taken care of. After being with my pops and around the club all those years he knew, as well as I did, I could never go back and live with my mom.

Rooster was about 34 and owned a strip club called the “Whiskey Bombs”. Rooster set me up with a room in the back of the club, gave me a job supplying the bar, cleaning up and most important to a kid my age, lots of eye candy every day.

Working and living in the strip club gave me what I needed, “Street Smarts”. You meet all kinds of screwed up people in a strip club, all of whom will try and pull some kind of game on you, the worst being the strippers themselves. Rooster always pounded it into my head, “Don’t ever for a minute trust a stripper, they will steal you blind and then turn around and steal your mother blind”.

Two years went by, I felt like I had the world by the balls until one day Rooster sat me down. “You ol man had a heart attack, he didn’t make it kid”. I was speechless, looked at the wall and couldn’t speak or move, my whole world came crashing down. Rooster sat and told me what had happened, my pops didn’t die alone, he was fortunate to have a couple of brothers serving time with him right by his side. Rooster looked at me after he was done. “You have 30 minutes to cry when I walk out of this room and when I come back in, that will be the last you ever cry for your ol man, you pops wouldn’t have wanted that, today you learn the hard lesson of life. Man up and move on”.

Rooster left the room, I did as he said and mourned my pops passing for those 30 minutes and when he came back he told me to come out to the bar. He had some of the brothers from the club there by then, “This is to “Bear” a true brother, a man of honor, loyalty and most of all, a father”. The guys shouted out and started chugging down drinks, the party lasted a couple of days, it was a gift for me to be a part of that celebration. It showed me just how much my pops was loved and respected, my pops funeral was attended by not only the club brothers but many within the whole biker community, club or not. It was an amazing feeling seeing over 300 bikes, 100 cars lead my pops to his finally resting place in Elmhurst. It was at that time I said to myself ” I’m going to follow in my pops footsteps”. All I ever wanted from that point on was a patch in the same brotherhood he was a part of.

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Whats a biker? Whats the lifestyle mean?


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

“To thine own self-be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”

What a powerful quote if any can be said, especially in this day and age. What’s lacking in the lifestyle? What has it become? Why all the focus on something that many just take for granted? These are the many questions that most hardcore scooter tramps have been asking since the mid 90’s. I also figure those questions can’t just be limited to the lifestyle now that I think about it, what has happened to men in this day and age? Where has honor and loyalty gone? Take a step back and really look hard what this country has become, are we really that scared to stand up for what’s right and wrong anymore? Good questions to ponder over a good blunt I’m thinking lol.

If you’ve been in this lifestyle more than say 20 years, things have really changed and become really screwed up. Cops now openly running around wearing 3 piece patches, the new generation of club members or people coming into the lifestyle, in general, is screwed up. No, you do not have to be in a club to be a biker, independents actually make up most of the population of the lifestyle. What I do remember is that men were men, we kept our word to each other, we stood our ground on things we believed to be right, you can’t really find those things anymore in this new generation. Things today are more of an act than a lifestyle for most, shit I know some women that are more honorable than some men in this lifestyle, that’s pretty bad because in my day women were stuck on the back of a scooter and mouth shut.

Do I ever think that the lifestyle will get back to its roots? No, because the new generation has been raised a hell of a lot different than those of generations of the past. Hard work, dedication to one’s beliefs, loyalty to one’s brothers or sisters is gone, swept under the rug by a generation that was raised so politically correct it can make you sick just thinking about it.

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One thing I do not understand most out there, is the need to act something they are not. Let’s take all these cop clubs for example. They took an oath when they received that badge, they swore to perform the job in which they chose. An oath to scooter tramps is something that binds us, something that we put every effort into, we strive to keep our word, our dignity. This is something cop clubs do not understand the least bit. They believe because they wear that badge and were giving a little power they can do as they wish, invade a whole lifestyle that they for decades harassed, discriminated against and look at those in it as trash, criminals. So how is it all of a sudden they feel they should be accepted by those who lived through all the discrimination?

I hear many that are in sissy clubs like the Iron Order, Punishers or Blue Knights say that we served our country and it’s our right. I always take care in saying “Thanks for the Service” but who gives a god damn. Most of us scooter tramps served in every major war this country has ever fought, after leaving we wanted what we had in the service, thus the reason why the clubs starting popping up after ww2. We didn’t support those who were hell bent on harassing every brother and sister out there, that’s what you have in clubs like Iron Order and the punishers. You are knowingly associating with those who wouldn’t give a rats ass about you, especially if you realize they have the Blue Code and your not a part of that unless you wear that badge. You are associating yourself with people who over the years have gone out of their way to make the lives of hardworking people miserable, just because they dressed different or because of some bullshit the AMA pushed on everyone.

What is the meaning of the “Biker Lifestyle”? What does it mean to be a “Biker”? The old scooter tramps know the answers because they lived it, they breathed it and incorporated every aspect of their lives into what the lifestyle is about. Mind you that a club isn’t a condition on being considered a biker, Independents actually make up the bulk of the biker community. Yes, the image of the biker can arguably be tied to the MC world, but it doesn’t mean that is who you have to act like. Independents are some of the most fun brothers and sisters out there. They work their asses off during the week, jump on that scooter on the weekend and live life to the fullest. One of the biggest pet peeves I have personally is someone acting like something they are not.

So what do I mean when I say ” Don’t act like something you’re not”? Well to put it in basic terms here is an analogy. I would have more respect for a dude like that one in that wild hogs movie who got a tattoo of the apple symbol, then a dude walking around acting billy bad ass cause he just bought a new Harley and all the cute leathers to go with it. That’s not the lifestyle and it sure the hell isn’t being a biker. The whole idea of the lifestyle is to be who you are and not give a damn what others think. So why in the world act like something your not? Be true to yourself, Be true to the lifestyle in which you want to be a part of. It isn’t rocket science.

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Has the Biker Lifestyle become PC?


By James”Topfuel”Macecari

“It is not the honor that you take with you, but the heritage you leave behind.”
Branch Rickey

Well after reading some of the comments on other posts, I just had to write and educate the crying little bitches who are claiming 1%ers are a bunch of bullies and thugs. Yes, the “Bully and Thugs Comment” is now being used in the biker lifestyle, the yuppies and wannabes have fully infiltrated the biker lifestyle. Like, are we all fucking teenagers now? Really the political correctness of the population is just sickening, if you have to cry that you are being bullied then maybe you should get out there on a damn moped.

1%ers have been the leaders in the biker lifestyle for decades, it was the 1%ers that took all the crap in the early years that has allowed you RUBS and LEOS to ride around acting like something that you are not. The only reason why you middle age fudgepackers want to dress up in leather and ride 30,000 bikes, is to act like those 1%ers you call thugs and bullies.

“This is America” or “I fought for this country and no one will tell me what patch to wear”. Plain and simple, your idiots in my opinion, for one you are uneducated blowhards when it comes to the club scene, Why? The club scene is something many men dedicate their entire lives too, they put in blood, sweat and tears for that patch they wear, the brotherhood they are a part of. In essence, “THEY EARN IT”. Now just because you may be a RUB or Weekend Warrior who don’t have the balls to join a real club, doesn’t make the rules change on the street just for you sweethearts. The internet is a funny thing, gives automatic balls to those who on the street are a bunch of punks who couldn’t fight their way out of a corner, so the internet has become the new mouthpiece to a bunch of fags who circle jerk each other on who is bigger and worse.

We’ve had a couple of Iron Order faggots on the site as of late crying and whining about how the whole club and lifestyle works, yea lol, Iron Order, there is a real faggot club. They claim they tried to mimic the way clubs were in the 50’s and 60’s, yes I just shook my head and laughed at that one. Where do they get that shit? Those decades were prime for the 1%er scene, these bunch of fags claim they don’t want to be like 1%ers, but then make a stupid statement like that. Which one is it? You either don’t want to be a 1%er (Probably because you can’t handle the prospect time) or you don’t? Yea it must be hard being apart of a so-called club that was founded by a former ATF agent.

Now who’s the blame for all the crap going on within the lifestyle? Well, I would have to bet on Harley-Davidson and Kurt Sutter, after all, the company has targeted middle age wannabees since the early 90’s, then you have Kurt Sutter come along and make the fake ass portrayal of club life in the Sons of Anarchy. Both are responsible for giving rubs and wannabees the balls to think that they can come into the lifestyle and change decades of tradition. The only thing that was cool about the SOA was the music, nothing was based on true facts of what a 1% club is all about, and by the way who kills off the main character the way he did? For one, no club would hold the dude responsible after a gun was being pulled, no matter the other circumstances. You really dropped the ball on that one Sutter, killed the whole series for all the wannabee clubs out there.

So why write an article such as this? Well, it’s time someone takes away all the wet dreams of those who just think they have a right to start up a club and wear a 3 piece patch, to ignore traditions going back decades. Those traditions were put in place just for fools like those who think they don’t have to put in the work, the dedication to be apart of something more than themselves. Most important, the 1% clubs don’t need fools running around acting stupid in public, drawing attention that doesn’t have to be the focus on the club life. See you bunch of wet dreams, when you’re wearing patches and terrorize the general public, they don’t see your pansy club, they see a major club and that sticks in their mind, next thing you know the damn cops are all over the wrong club.

Here is a word of advice, if you want to wear a 3 piece patch and be apart of a club, go out and find a legit one. Yes, it will be tough because you have all these posers running around out there, but look into your local COC, those clubs listed on that site or sites are legit. If a club isn’t a part of the COC, it’s more than likely it’s not a legit club and you’re just putting in valuable time that won’t pay off in the long run.

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Gassy Granny Joke of the Day


At school, Little Johnny’s classmate tells him that most adults are hiding at least one dark secret, so it’s very easy to blackmail them by saying, “I know the whole truth.” Little Johnny decides to go home and try it out.

Johnny’s mother greets him at home, and he tells her, “I know the whole truth.” His mother quickly hands him $20 and says, “Just don’t tell your father.” Quite pleased, the boy waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, “I know the whole truth.” The father promptly hands him $40 and says, “Please don’t say a word to your mother.”

Very pleased, the boy is on his way to school the next day when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy greets him by saying, “I know the whole truth.” The mailman immediately drops the mail, opens his arms, and says, “Then come give your Daddy a great big hug!”

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What’s a Biker? What’s a Brother?


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

“We know what we are, but know not what we may be. ”
William Shakespeare

This quote by Shakespeare has to say it all, many in the biker world throw around the word “Brotherhood” or “Brother” like it’s just another word, my suspicion is most don’t have a clue what any of those words means or stand for. Today in this lifestyle, you have more posers and wannabees then true hardcore individuals, no you don’t have to ride in a club to be a true biker, you have to know what integrity and honor mean to come close. I don’t know if it’s just me or if it’s society and the type of people it’s producing, most have to agree that people now are nowhere near the integrity that was produced in the old days.

So what is the meaning according to me? What is a biker? Well the biggest thing that comes to mind for me is hard work. A person has to get their ass out of bed in the morning, get to work and be productive, all these kids or young adults, they will be 30 years old and still live at home with mommy and daddy, what kind of shit is that? I myself was out on the street playing the game at 16, out of the folks house at 18, one thing I knew is I had to work my ass off for everything I had, let me tell ya, it wasn’t much either. A biker never sits there looking for handouts, they go out there every day working for what they got, they sure the hell don’t depend on someone doing it for them.

Another quality I look for is Integrity. Integrity is something that doesn’t exist anymore, shit most people don’t know how to stand behind anything they say, always about running the game and hustle. What irritates me even more is hearing this kind of people using the word “Brother”, especially if I know the idiots and what they are about. The word brother really doesn’t mean much to me anymore, I know a lot of others that can say the same thing when you have a bunch of people who have no understanding of the word and meaning, let’s face it, the word gets watered down over time and meaningless.

It has gotten so bad even in the club scene that “Brotherhood” hold very little meaning. I have to blame the clubs on this one, clubs have worried about numbers since the early 90’s instead of the quality of individual coming into the ranks. Take a look around next time you’re at an event, look at some of the individuals in some of these clubs, you will start to awaken to the fact that most are a joke, only a number to boost ranks and that badass image. Deep down I can bet you a million dollars, the club you are looking at is in turmoil, nothing but drama and backbiting. That you all is not “Brotherhood”.

Blood, Sweat, Tears. Always remember those 3 words, those are the only way you can call anyone “Brother”, you’ve had to share all three over an expanded period of time, that’s the only true way of honoring that word and the relationship it holds. The word “Brother” should embody all the emotions of the human spirit, it should define you as a person, you should be honored to have that word used in the same sentence as your name, this type of emotion is what’s missing from the current “Biker World”.

Ask yourself, what is the draw to our Lifestyle in the first place? Yes, I know, the wind and freedom bullshit. But what is really the draw to the Lifestyle? Why does everyone want to be a part of it now when in the old days it was Taboo? It’s something so simple to answer if you really look at it, people want to experience what it is like to have honor, integrity, they want to be noticed by the public as someone who holds onto something in life and fights for it. That’s what the old timers did in the day when being a biker wasn’t cool, people saw how these men stood up for what they believed in and gave society the big “Fuck You” while doing it. People have a tendency to want to copy those who put in the work of achieving something, that is why people are drawn to the biker lifestyle, they feel like this lifestyle will make them into something they cannot be all the time That’s the mentality of the weekend warrior, that’s the motivation behind everything they do.

I’ve always said that you are “A Man before anything else”. Do you have to be the biggest badass? Do you have to act like something you’re not? No, you just have to be yourself, don’t copy someone else because of an image, make the image you, tailor it to what you think it should be, most important have integrity with your word, have truth when you speak no matter the costs. Get up every day and work your ass off and achieve something that day, do it for yourself and no one else. The same goes for riding and being a biker, do it for yourself and no one else, be you. Don’t be something because that is what society thinks a biker should be, if that’s the only reason you are doing it for then know always, you will be a fake, wannabe and someone who deserves no respect at all.

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Outlaw Life: Why Iron Order will never be


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

What’s it like to be involved in the Outlaw Motorcycle Club Lifestyle? Many out there work years trying to get into one of the 3 piece clubs, most grew up dreaming of nothing more than putting on a patch and riding a Harley Davidson. The lifestyle has a mystic allure that many in the general public can only shake their heads in wonder. Just imagine if you will, being a kid riding your bicycle and you see 50 bikers riding duece down the road at 75 miles an hour, it was one of the highlights of my childhood seeing such a sight. Being from the Chicago area my first look at the lifestyle was seeing at least 75 Outlaws M/C Members steaming down Cicero Ave, the throttles wide open and the pipes screaming. From that very day, I knew what I wanted to be, I wanted to be apart of something that was mystic, something that gave the rest in society a pause.

I was fortunate, my friends dad was involved in a motorcycle club, no it wasn’t the Outlaws M/C, it was just a small one who would always be over at my buddies house. I remember always going over there when the guys pulled up, they were always real cool to the neighborhood kids. It was the early 1980s, the old timers sure knew how to make a kid feel good back then, I remember washing bikes, running back and forth getting the guys beers, most of all I remember how they always treated me. A kid could always go up to one of them with a problem or issue and get a straight up answer, answers your mother would be horrified hearing lol.

By the time I reached the age of 21, I was already hanging around a club on the North Side for a few years. It was something amazing, shit from the time I was 18 I was partying with all the guys, talk about learning about life and how people were. I always said I went to the University of Melrose Park, the streets were taught straight forward by the guys, how to survive and get by. Most important, the guys taught us about “Your Word”. Club members live to a different standard in life, they are not your average citizen who will bullshit their way through with just about anything. No, a club member, if he said it, he meant it, never any doubts.

By the time, I started prospecting the little club grew into first a National, then International club. Prospecting was tuff, even though I knew everyone for years, they treated me harder than the rest of the prospects. I remember the President saying to me, “Just because you know everyone doesn’t mean you won’t earn that patch”. At the time it sucked balls, but I’m sure glad the guys put me through the hell they did. The appreciation gained for the club and brothers during that time was priceless, still until this day I take those experiences with me.

Motorcycle Club life isn’t for everyone, especially Outlaw Motorcycle Club life or 3-piece patch as it’s referred too. The members of the National and International clubs have it pretty hard. Being a member of the club is a full-time job, traveling from chapter to chapter, going to the funerals of brothers takes time and money. This is one of the main contentions with clubs like Iron Order (Urine Order as I call them). When you are a member of a 3 piece club and put your heart and soul into it every day, then see some fake ass club out there flying that 3 piece, it burns your ass. You know you went through hell and back to earn yours, you put the work in to get the respect on the streets, then here you have some fake ass rub who is trying to ride on your coat tails. It doesn’t matter what club you are with, that shit is going to burn your ass, especially a club that lets cops into its ranks.

Iron Order will never see what it does wrong, you cannot put a cop in your club for the simple reason that they will never truly be your brother. Do you really think that cop in that patch of yours will protect your ass over his buddies? Hell no, they live by another code then us. It’s the damn Blue Code, they will always protect their boys in blue over those they wear a patch with. If that is the case, how can you call them a brother?

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I can see why a lot of why someone in Iron Order wants to wear an outlaw 3 piece patch, shit most bikers coming into the scene want to get involved in motorcycle clubs or riding clubs, people love sharing the road with others they have something in common. Hog chapters took off, numerous riding clubs through the AMA and Non-AMA, ABATE and so on. But the top of that list is the Motorcycle Club, they want to be able to feel true freedom, want to give society the big “FU”. All that is fine, but you have to go about it the right way, you have to know most MC’s are based on street law, most club guys live on the “Dark Side” for a better explanation. The biker world has so many levels of different subsets it’s mind boggling, you have your weekenders who just go out on the weekends, you have your rubs and cops who just want to act the part, but then you have that special group who lives and breathes every moment nothing but the lifestyle.

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The latter is the ones who make up most Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs, they will get upset when they perceive you stepping on their toes, they live the life every day. Club Members put in the time and effort with their brothers, it’s not just some word to throw around. Iron Order, no matter how much they try, will never fit in the mold of Outlaw Life. They can say whatever they want too, they can tell you on the pretty little website of theirs “We don’t claim territory or want anything to do with the Outlaw Clubs”. Truth is, all you have to do is look at the bullshit conduct, photos of their membership trying to be a gangster and you will have the real story. That story is a wannabee club that is mail order who dreams of being a real club one day, problem is, I can’t foresee that ever being the case. They made their bed, the name is ruined, the best thing they could do is shut it down and try doing it the right way. They will never receive any respect from the true clubs, they went about everything wrong, the internet is not where a brotherhood is made.

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Motorcycle Club Education- What to know


By James “Topfuel”Macecari

I decided to write this article on Motorcycle Club Education after seeing some people confused on the Internet about some of the stuff that goes on, especially with these Iron Order “Faggots” acting stupid all the time. Motorcycle Clubs is an American tradition, it also happens to be the largest export America has given to the rest of the world, in regards to a lifestyle choice. Some of our biggest domestic clubs have taken over worldwide, outpacing even a countries local club scene. American clubs like the Hells Angels, Outlaws, Bandidos, Mongols all have a big presence in countries like Australia, Britain, Germany, and so many more.

Many people got into the biker lifestyle because of the allure of being a Rebel, the allure of the freedom from societies bullshit, motorcycle clubs embody those two freedoms, most of all, they bring together like-minded individuals who live and breathe nothing but the lifestyle.

The motorcycle club took on an aura unto itself, almost mystic after Hollister. People from all walks of life wanted to be a part of the bad boy image, brothers from all over the country started forming “Brotherhoods”. Brotherhoods united with the single purpose of riding and partying, being there for those in your club, having an extended family. Motorcycle Clubs became the only family some people ever had, clubs showed people what love was for the first time in someone’s life.

Many, including myself, were always a part of the street. Early on growing up in the City of Chicago, a street gang was all we had as kids. Chicago as it is today, was always divided amongst racial lines. I was fortunate as a white boy to grow up in a mostly latino area, the culture I received from friends and their families was unreal. The place where I grew up was a terribly poor place, everyone relied on everyone in the neighbourhood to make it, those years growing up in a gang prepped me for my venture into the Outlaw Biker Lifestyle.

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What many New Jacks, RUBS, don’t understand about the motorcycle club lifestyle is many that make up the club membership come from the streets. The motorcycle club was just the grown up version of where everyone came from in the first place. This is why Loyalty, Honor, and integrity means everything, that’s what everyone knew. Brothers mean everything to that person wearing a patch because they went through the same circumstances in life. When someone who is a member of a real motorcycle club, sees a mail order club like Iron Order, you can bet your ass they will get upset. Why? Because most people in a club, put all their efforts and every ounce of who they are into protecting their traditions and brotherhood. To have cops inside a club, cops who harass those with a patch every chance they get is just fucked up.

Let’s get into some of the educational points of the article. Below is the questions I see the most.

1. How do I approach a club or club member at a rally or other public event?

What I would suggest is go up to their support booth, most clubs have them at gatherings. Clubs make a lot of their money selling the supporting merchandise, you will always have members hanging around the booth. The support table gives you as a civilian, a first chance to have a conversation with some of the club guys. One question I would avoid, How do you join? That question isn’t the brightest of ideas, especially since no one knows you. I would suggest asking if the club has any public functions coming up you could attend to help support the club.

2. I was in a bar, I tried talking to a club guy, but he wouldn’t give me the time of day, why?

This is something that you need to know is common. Shit, I won’t talk to you if I don’t know you, not even to give help with directions. The last thing a club guy will do is talk to someone he don’t know. Don’t take offense by it, most clubs have a lot of politics, just something it is.

3. Why are the women wearing that bullshit “Property Patch”?

Well, that bullshit “Property Patch” should be a very in your face warning. You mess with that ol lady with that patch, you’re not only dealing with the ol man, you’re dealing with the club. That patch is not worn to degrade anyone, it serves as a warning. I actually know women who would do anything to get that patch. Once you understand what it means to women, you’re all over it trying to get it.

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4. It’s America, why do I have to ask the main 1% club if I want to start a club?

What many do not realize, a motorcycle club in a particular area is always under intense scrutiny by that very government you invoke. You cannot go to a party at a 1% club house or any of its affiliates without seeing them out there taking pictures of you, or taking down your license plates. Yes, they will walk right up to your scooter and write your license plate down. In turn, you are now a known associate of that club, even if it’s your first time in that clubhouse. So know that has happened anything you do on the outside will reflect on that club. The Feds love using RICO all the time, they will try and blame what you do as a bigger conspiracy the club is supposedly doing. The other big thing is 1%er clubs don’t want idiots, such as the Iron Order running around town causing trouble. Citizens will automatically blame the 1%er club even though they were nowhere around. These are the main reasons, besides those 1%ers built up their area and deserve the respect from those trying to come into the fold. Besides, doing it the right way opens up a huge opportunity for your club to be involved in parties and other events.

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5. Why shouldn’t I touch a club members patch?

The patch a club member wears is as valuable as his bike. That club member went through hell to get it, it’s not just some piece of cloth. Everything he is a part of is symbolized in that patch, his blood, sweat and tears went into getting it, just like it has with the bike. If you’re not a brother, you have no rights to touch something that is so honored. You didn’t put in the work, time, and effort, plain and simple.

These are just some basic questions and answers, there is so much more that can be said on the subject of motorcycle clubs. There is a site that does have some good basic information that will help you understand more. http://www.rcvsmc.net that site has been around forever, it gives a pretty good overview of the differences in the patches, riding club versus motorcycle club, politics of the motorcycle world and other stuff. If you’re a New Jack, it’s something you should really take a look at, it might actually save you some embarrassment or even an ass whooping.

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