Reply #4: The Band I was with [View All]

[Daveparts still]

in the 70's was playing a club and we only got paid the cover. So we had a big guy we called Bro at the the door when a group of bikers pulled into the parking lot. They approached the door and Bro stepped forward and said "there is is a three dollar cover."

The guy look at Bro and said, "I don't think so," The third guy through the door said, "Look we're just coming to party and don't want no trouble we'll take care of our own and see that nobody causes no trouble. They were good as their word. During breaks they were buying us pitchers of beer and their table looked as if someone had spilled a bag of Domino's sugar on it.

At two AM quitting time they were still going strong, some of them helped us load up and invited us to the campground where they were staying.

My room mate at the time bought and sold Harley's and parts, most bikers are good people. It is almost a Bushido code, but I also understood that there were lines that as an outsider had better not cross.

A guy used to come by named Toolbox a very well read and well educated individual that told me he had read Kerouac and had gone on the road never looked back. Live to ride Ride to live