A Bay Area Motorcycle enthusiast's response to all you OT obsessive net nerds from (gasp!),,,

a biker/motorcycle enthusiast. I'm a fucking baptized (not confirmed,
just in case some of :barb & her pack of drooling AARSC-hole$ are that
intense in keeping score) Roman Catholic, OK?

I do not agree w/ most of EL-ronn Hubbub's teachings; nor does that
former Hitler Youth fuckwit in Rome speak for my personal spiritual
beliefs. Why, Ieven have a copy of the infamous South Park bit, and I
think it's funnier than you, even.

My defense of Doc is that of one who has been riding motorcycles
(street AND dirt) since 1966 here in the San Francisco (not Dago) Bay
Area, as in "ba". I think I met him once, and no Mr. What-the-
&&^^...I've NOT been on a clinic, but I DARE YOU, chickenshit, to join
me at a future one. TAlk shit? BAck it up, little man. I learned that
at St. Cyprian's, around 1968, on the playground. The rest I've
learned in life.

I have brothers & sisters (ohh, hippie /Indian/pagan "cultspeak", I
can hear you collectively sneer) in all kinds of clubs, from the CMA,
to the AMA to the HAMC...all except Cop Clubs, Hog-weenies, and the
kind of fucking snobs who plunk down lotsa $$$ on some rolling penis-
extension/rolling dildo "toy" of any make, who sneer at us greasy old
UJM riders, or this group, or that group, OK???

Just for YOU, my "biker" reusme (edited):


For the record, I was the first gate guard at the 1975 United States
Motorcycle Jamboree (now called the Tulare Run) when I was 14. I went
to my first AMA run (Redwood City Travelers) at fucking
Skylonda...yes, before they kicked us out of the 35/84 parking lot,
and before some of youse locals starting posing at Alice's, or before
you trolls were whelped and/or de-programmed., or rolled over for the
feds, or whatever you did.

I attended SRRA runs (both of my parents were charter members) from
1973 through '76, and again when I was a member ('78-81 & '88-90).
This was when the Sierra Road Riders Assoc were the middle ground. We
were NOT welcomed to certain clubs' (what many TV/media-brainwashed
LOPS derisively call "gangs" or so-called 'outlaw biker") runs. On
that note, I attended my first MMA run in Hornitos in 1973, and you
self-righteous rat-packing fucks would've been too scared to be there
as it was about 90% HAMC. I had a blast...I was 12.

OK, so flash forward to the present. I finally got a ride up, check
out this NG, only to see a few trolls (yes, I looked at your profile
&.messages) knock a good guy whom they probably would be GOD{dess}-
DAMNED happy to have a medico such as the Good Doc scrape their
miserable asses off of Skyline, 405, or wherever you dipshits
allegedly ride, when you're not vilifying others, or just wating tome
(like I am now) with posts.

You can look up my shit online...it's not all good, and just for you
LOPS:

check out the hilarious manifesto ("There are seats of Demonic Power")
that some child-porn collecting k@@K, the notorious Michael John
McCarty, aka Ras aka Ras Mikael Enoch slapped together. He accuses me
& others of being (gasp) satanic homos (sorry, no...but I can
introduce you to some boys & grrrls I know?), as well as other
slanderous shit. Mikey's a sick piece of shit, but for all I know, you
could be "buddies" w/. Good; it's your problem. BTW, he's a
snitch, too. and a racist, and probably reading this right now??

For the record, a good friend of mine is a Scientoligist, and if that
makes me "guilty by association" as one of my Frisco shirts says, then
**** Off.

Your problem, kids.awww. Too bad.

This guy helped me get out of the gutter, NEVER tried to give some
400+ question test, nor otheriwse jam his beliefs dowm my head.

I could knock those of you who might be Jews, Christers, Islamic,
pagan, satanists, humanists, buddhists, atheists, agnostics,
Breatharians, Michael-channlers, Est-HOle$, or whatever personal
spiritual beliefs you may or may not have, but why??

That has DIDDLY shit to do with ba.motorcycles, so if you wanna
continue to issue your junior high-style bon mots from the safety of
your lil laptop womb, go over to alt.usenet.kooks.

If you wanna confront me in person, why just take a ride over to East
Oakland any old time. Better still, look for me at local SF area MC
events, and we'll discuss it offline, politely, or not. Certain folks
know just where I am in Frisco, say the 1st Wed of the month, or any
given Thursday night.

here's a lovely pic, courtesy of Jeff Spirer, who is a great
photographer& AFAIK, NOT one of yer "culties"

www.spirer.com/images/drunktank.jpg

so you (sort of ) know what I look like, which I'm sure is better than
you lying in a gulley somewhere. hoping a brother/sister biker would
stop to help you,

AS I WOULD FOR ANY OF YOU, yes, even you barb.



LTR/RTL/FTW

PS R.I.P. Melinda Moore aka Big red, who despite her beliefs would've
been glad to have Dr. Wong find her in that Sonoma County spot she ran
off the road in.

see ya down the road, or not

"Love My Country - Fear The Govt."

 

Fucking baptized? Is that where the Priest fucks you in the ass while
you're head's getting wet?


[snip how long I've been riding whine]

[snip more how long I've been riding whine]


How long doesn't equal how well, tard.