deer crossing saloon. i have never even heard of the place and had it not been for a friend inviting me out there to a gathering of Motorcycle Clubs i still wouldn't. it was a short ride from a usual meet up spot that feels like the middle of the city. however, once there if you were not able to see the freeway from the bars lot you would think that you were in the middle of nowhere. which is an interesting feeling when you don't wear colors on your back and you are in the middle of about 20 different clubs totaling out to be about 100 - 150 riders. i have been riding for a while. always by myself. this is the first time that i have considered joining any club let alone a motorcycle club. being there reminded me of a feeling i had one day when i was a kid. i had gone on a trip with my dad and we stopped somewhere in new mexico. the guy in line in front of us at a gas station had this huge six shooter hanging off his hip. for some reason i wasn't scared, maybe because when everyone is carrying you know that people are less likely to fuck with each other. who wants to get shot over some silly shit. not many. i don't know if any of these guys were carrying or not, but what i do know is that nobody wanted to be the guy that started shit that was not going to be acceptable to anybody.
after all that takes place at one of these events about 10 of us rode to a friends house. it was more of the same. you see when you ride alone people fuck with you. really. they cut you off, ride your ass and even try to share lanes with you. all the time not really giving a shit at how quickly they could end your life. BUT, when you ride in a group you have been made more of an equal. who wants to be the guy that rides the last riders ass when he's trailing 9 other burly ass looking animals. not many. so maybe the animals have it right. there is safety in numbers.
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