Motorcycle Clubs Near Me


Motorcycle Clubs Near Me

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Warlocks MC article is going to be about Motorcycle Clubs Near Me

I can already tell you that.

Because when it comes to talking about motorcycles, there are only two camps of people:

Those who already get it. They get it so hard that they don’t need it explained to them — and to be honest, you can never do half the job of explaining it to them as they already understand. Best you can do is “biker wave” at each other in passing; a single nod on some summer-sunned backroad somewhere.
Those who don’t. Because they don’t ride. Because they’re gonna read these words and hear “bike” as some 2-dimensional, almost “storybook” object, like when we first read the word “bunny” and run our fingertips over fuzzy fur glued onto a baby book page, understanding “bunny” as the idea of “bunny,” and knowing more about that book — and bunny illustration — than the real bunny itself.
*Some readers want me to point out that there is a third group: those who don’t yet ride. And yes, obviously. But what I’m saying is this article will do nothing to throw them over that line. It’s something you have to touch and feel, not read.

My mom tells me I tore apart my “Pat the Bunny” book as a kid. Like, literally. Ripped the fur off the pages and stuck my fingers into the raw parts of the cardboard and gnawed on the edges until they were worn down, mangled and warped.

(If you’re wondering why my mother didn’t do a better job of corralling my book behavior, I guess my response to this is a.) mind your own business, Suzy Q. b.) I was her first kid, so she didn’t know better and c.) With my mama, we had to learn those “once you chew your book up it’s chewed up for good” lessons the hard way.)

But imagine, for a second, what kind of baby bites her own bunny book into a pulpy mess and rips the sweet little fur bits clean off its pages and then feels no ragrets over this. Maybe all kids do this. But moreover, it was an example, one of many more incidents where I did what I wanted.

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