A few years ago we pulled up into Alamo to get some snacks. It was drizzling and there was some motorcycle gang all huddled under the gas station awnings to keep their bikes out of the drizzle. I told my wife "look at the fags hiding from the sprinkles"...to which she reminds me she dated a "Hells Angel"....I laughed and asked if he hid everytime there was drizzle like these homos.....
2 years ago I took my then 6yo son to Ely for a Lego event at the Northern Nevada Railway. All that town gets is homos on bikes who think they are "taking over" Ely every weekend. We got tickets to go on a train for a ride and it's sitting in front of the Depot idling and 2 of these wannabee badasses stands in front of the idling engine so a third queen can snap a pic.
The Engineer was this huge dude....I mean big. He came out of the control room and lit these guys up asking if they can hear the engine running and then asking how stupid they must be to stand within inches of it to take a pic. Told them the damn train was over 100 years old and if something happened and it lurched forward they would be dead....they put their heads down and got out of the way. So another one of the badasses who didn't witness the chewing out goes up to those 2 guys who just got an earful and asks to take a pic with one of them...they tell him they wouldn't do it if it were them but he gets in front of the train and it repeats itself...now the engineer is really hot and I'd say the chewing out was more entertaining than the train ride. By that time the crowd of people with their kids was pretty long everyone was laughing.
I thought I had a pic of the engineer yelling at them but just waited till they cleared and got one of the train by itself.
The next morning we go downstairs of the Hotel Nevada where we stayed the night and waited in line to eat breakfast at the Dennys. The only table available was one fairly large table that sat like 6 people but the server sat us there.
Cue the badasses to come into Dennys and start making a ruckus and as I'm looking at the menu he tells the server to throw me and my son out of that table so him and his fellow badasses can take it...she tells him to piss off, that's not happening. My 6yo upon hearing this takes his Beanie Babies and spreads them out showing our table is full, the server comes over, sees this, laughs and tells badass...look that table has 6 seated...he's gonna have to wait.
Yep...thats 6. Table is full.
We watched how all the "outlaws" were taking off Sunday morning and I told my son real bikers don't leave on Sunday morning....those guys are getting home so they can be bossed around by their wives, take their kids to soccer practice and have to get ready for their HR job on Monday mornings....
Bikers have more mommy issues than guys in Jeep Wranglers.