"Capt. Mooron" wrote:

You a biker... that's laughable... striker maybe. ...

I used to think I was a biker. After all, that's what people called me.
I'd been a member of the club they made "the movie" about - the one most
of the current "gangs" modeled themselves after; I'd broken I dunno how
many bones racing, done any number of 1000+ mile days, ridden coast to
coast a dozen times, and til last year averaged 40-50 miles/year in the
saddle. Then a young woman told me that what one DOES don't count any
more - in this millenia its how you FEEL that defines who and what you
are. "Take me" she said "I'm a lesbian. All I ever think about is having
sex with women - never men just women - and whenever I see a woman I
want her. Are you as committed to bikes?" Well, no ... "Then you're no
real biker!" and she flounced off. So you're right. By your criteria I'm
not a biker cuz I don't study Easy Rider 24/7 to learn how to dress and
act. According to y'all younger dudes, I must be a lesbian (c:


.... you claimed I wouldn't speak so freely if I weren't behind a keyboard.

YOU prolly would, considering the sheltered life you've enjoyed. Danny
was like you til he met Frank Sinatra. A tough Italian kid from north
NJ, Danny hopped right up when asked "You wanna fight?". But Franky just
laughed, snapped his fingers, and 4 big goons took Danny out back and
let him fight. Funny how a few days in the ER mellows a fellow. Anyway,
I'll cut you some slack out of respect for the hard times you're going
thru and hope you never get "educated" like that - or by a biker woman.