Why did I join an MC?
Words: Preacher
I was always fascinated with motorcycles specially cruisers and choppers at a young age. I remember riding my stuffed animal dog pretending it was a motorcycle. Pretending to ride in long roads with the electric fan blowing wind in my face. I remember watching biker mice from Mars in the afternoon TV show and imitating them how they ride. They look so effin’ cool! But that’s not how I ended up in an Mc.
Mid 2016 I entered a state of depression. Everything was falling apart. I WAS FALLING APART. It was at this time I decided to get a bike thinking that maybe doing some rides may outrun the demons in my head. I remember looking at the Kawasaki Ns200 bike but I was hesitant to buy it. You know that feeling when you are looking at something at you whisper to yourself “it doesn’t speak to me”. Yup, that exactly how I felt. I visited another showroom and saw this beautiful cruiser. It was a slick matte black SL 200. Immediately I know this was the one! After a week I went back to pick up a bike. After a few runs with the bike and Me, Being a noob at technical motorcycle stuff, I tried to look for groups to learn and I ended up in an MC.
At first Entering an MC seems to be just the thing I needed. It was a distraction. Distraction for all the shitty stuff happening in my world. It was my escape. Little did I know that me, looking for a distraction, ended up having Brothers. I ended up having an extended Family.
You see the Mc life is not for everyone. Prospecting is not for the faint of heart but what you gain after all the hardships is more than you deserve. You gain Brothers beyond blood. Friends who will make fun at your shitty jokes. But most of all, they welcome you and accept you for all you are. No judgement.
My life in my MC is no longer a distraction. The MC is a fookin part of WHO I AM.
And that's how I became BRMCs "PREACHER"


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