Sounds familiar. Iv’e been a biker for the biggest part of my life, and always liked joining mass rides for welfare purposes. I always liked doing things on my own, but often wondered about joining a motorcycle club.
So a couple of months before I sold my previous bike I eventually decided to bite the bullet and join a club. The club was suppose to be for “mature, peaceful people who have done it all†.
In short, things didn’t work out the way I was hoping for. Unfortunately (fortunately ?) I had to sell the bike, I can’t join their rides any longer, and I don’t have to be present when all hell get revved out of motorcycle’s engines at funerals.
Life is back to normal - I found piece, freedom, and happyness as a loner on a small scooter again.
Daniel.
