There was always something deep inside of me. When most teens wants a car, I wanted a motorcycle. When most teen girls wanted the popular guy in school, I wanted a man on a big black Harley Davidson. 

My parents divorced when I was five. I remember my mother would drive me over to my dads' house for a visit. On the way there we use to pass by this red and white building with dozens of motorcycles out front. All I wanted was to go inside!

The love, respect that I have for bikers didn't begin when the FX channel added Sons of Anarchy to their lineup. It began LONG before that! When most girls were carrying around Teen Beat Magazine, I carried Outlaw Biker in my binder.


The other day I thought I found a promising novel. Great cover, good title and I immediately couldn't get pass the blurb. Why you ask? 'the blurb for the novel stated that this particular club wanted to be legit, like the other 95% of motorcycle clubs.
WTF????
95% Really??? So I guess all of the Outlaw clubs will have to get new tattoos that read 1%er +4%er.  Because we're 5% of the biker community.

I'm all for every author following their passion and writing; respect the craft, do research. Google is amazing!
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