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Don’t Call Me Bro’ Unknown Author |
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Folks that like to ride, I’m not looking for RUBS so keep that in mind and Don't call me bro'... ever. I am not and probably never will be your "bro". You have not earned the right. Just because you read in your copy of (insert magazine name here) that "bikers" call each other bro' does NOT mean you have to run out and find somebody with a Harley and call him bro' so you can be a biker too. Here's why: You have never pulled an all nighter with me. You have never helped me fix my bike on the side of the road (in the rain). You have never wasted your weekend helping me dig through a junk pile looking for that one little part that is just the thing I need to get my bike running. You have never loaned me the tool that I didn't have so I could put that part on. Are you starting to get the picture? Just remove the word bro' from your vocabulary. Trust me on this one. Having a fancy custom bike that somebody else built for you or having a brand new bike with only 3 digits on the odometer does NOT make you a biker. As far as Im concerned if ya can't wrench on your own scoot than you got no reason or right to be on it. You could be a biker and a bro who owns one of the above but that is not what made you a biker. In my mind a biker is a person who loves to ride their bike just for the pure fun of riding it. Getting out in the air and seeing the world in person and not through a window. Or hell, maybe you just have a thing for getting popped in the face by bugs at 60mph. A biker, to me is NOT someone who got a bike just so they can look cool or because the guy down the road has one and you need a bigger/prettier one to prove you are somebody important. If this sounds like you, sell your bike. You'll never make it. Being a biker is dying a little more every hour that you can't be out there crackin the throttle and cruisin down the highway. It’s a way of life not a fuckin hobby If you have ever been depressed because you rode your bike and nobody saw you, hang it up. You are a world class RUB. Once again, sell your bike. Maybe what you need is a Porsche instead. Here's a bit of advice. The next time you are around a group of bikers find yourself a Greybeard (old biker). Buy him a beer or a cup of coffee and ask him some questions about his bike or some such to kick off a conversation. As long as he keeps talking, keep buying those rounds. If you treat him with respect, shut up and LISTEN to him, you just might be surprised at what you learn from his stories. |
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