I have been among the ranks of motorcycle men riding motorcycles for over forty years. I got my first mini bike when I was twelve years old, I have had and ridden motorcycles ever since. I guess that qualifies me in the group of motorcycle men, a biker in one sense or another. Although I have never prospected or been patched into an outlaw motorcycle gang, I have ridden with many. I was the very image of the lone outlaw biker.

Growing up in the late 60’s I was a child of the drug culture. I started taking drugs’ at the age of eleven, one year before I started riding a motorcycle. I was a lost child. I stopped caring about home, school and just about anything else except biking and drugs.

By the age of 14 I had gotten into trouble and was emancipated by the court. I was given an option, that on the day I turned seventeen I had to volunteer into the armed forces or go to jail as an adult. I choose to join the army.

The military was not the best place for a drug addict such as myself. It was the worst. There were more drugs to be had in the army then in the outside world.

While I was in the Army in Germany I bought a new motorcycle. It was a sweet bi-centennial Harley Davidson Sportster 1000. Even though it was made by AMF, at the time it was sweet. I spent most of my time in the service getting high and riding my motorcycle all over Europe.

I got out of the Army had my bike shipped home and came back state side. Being home, free and mobile I started right where I had left off, drinking, drugging, and raising hell. Read more