Brotherhood is one of the most valuable things on earth. Good ol’ ladies support it. The bad ones don’t. They are the worst. They are witches that work to undermine and divide our Brotherhood.
All MCs have their challenges, threats and even enemies. Some of these threats are at the club level and some are at the local or chapter level. I think that one of the least talked about but most pervasive threats to any MC at the local or chapter level is bad women – selfish, shortsighted women who pull Brothers away from the club.
You read that right. Women are probably one of the biggest threats to local chapters of an MC. More men are taken out of commission by women than any police force, motorcycle accident, knife or gun wielding opponent. “It can’t be!” some are thinking. I have seen it over and over again. So often the story goes like this. He is a great Brother. He is out and about with the club more than most. You can depend on him to watch your back and to back you up in any situation. He is a great brother and he has earned your trust and then one day this sweet thing comes along and puts a spell on your brother. Her spell is more real than one cast by any mythical witch. In in a week or month *poof!* he is a changed man and on his way out.
Take for example a Brother I’ll call “Slam”. I remember when he first started hanging around. He was gung-ho. He made it to everything. He was solid. He was not afraid to back up a brother. He became a prospect in minimal time. After he became a prospect Slam had some “bumps in the road” we all do. The Brothers liked him and had high hopes for him. But the ladies seemed to like him even more.
Prospect Slam was always getting the eye from some gal, but as a prospect we kept him way too busy to take advantage of all the hookup opportunities that were coming his way. As I got to know him during his prospecting days I learned that he was used to that kind of attention from the ladies. I know that it goes without saying that when you ride a Harley in a MC, you’re confident about yourself, have a decent job, and are a reasonably good-looking guy that is to be expected. Hotties are going to be attracted in a big way.
Slam was used to the barroom ladies checking him out and wanting to hookup with him, but what he really wanted was to get married and start a family. I know that is not what most folks outside of the MC world would think a Brother would want. We are “supposed” to only care about the “Big Bs”, bikes, beer, boobs and hot babes that are easy come and easy go. Regardless of what Joe Q. public thinks most MC brothers eventually get married and have kids (often married two or three times). I guess in is only natural. The MC life can be hard on relationships if a Brother picks the wrong woman.
Then one day it happened. Prospect Slam got patched! We all celebrated and loved our new brother. Prospect Slam was now Brother Slam, and he turned out to be an even better Brother than he was as a prospect. Then the “other shoe dropped”…
Brother Slam confided to me on day over a few shots and a couple of beers, he said, “Brother I have found the one.” Inside my head I though “Oh shit, here we go!”. Slam had decided that he had found the gal for him. He went on to describe her to me with a distant look in his eyes… Yup, that witch had cast a spell over my Brother. He denied it. All I could do was hope that I was wrong.
As the next couple of months when buy, Brother Slam was around less and less. I confronted him at our next church. I said, “Brother are you fading away?” He said, “No way Brother. I’d never do that. I love you and the club. This is my family!”
One month later, his club “family” had been replaced by that spell-casting bitch and the kids she brought along with her. The man that I called “Brother” rolled it up. He was gone.
That evening he texted me after I heard all about it. He wrote, “I hope that this doesn’t change anything”. I thought to myself, “Huh, this changes EVERYTHING!” I deleted his text and his contact information from my phone list. I was sad and pissed off all at once.
As I write this I am thinking about other “Brothers” lost in this similar fashion.
These gals are out there. The get all hot and excited when they see a “bad boy” MC brother come into the bar or whatever. They get turned on by the whole thing. The bike. The man. The club. Somewhere inside that gal decides she wants that bad boy right there and they turn it up. They are all over that Brother and they cast the spell, or sink those claws in and nab him, often right in front of his Brothers. But we don’t see the claws or detect the spell cast. We just see another gal seemingly in heat read to “hookup” with our Brother. “No big deal” we think.
But is a totally different experience for the Brother. Because something is about to happen and he will be completely blindsided. You see, not all women are our enemies. Some women make great ol’ ladies. They love their man and the love the club. His Brothers are her family. But this is not the case with the witch.
You see the women who are a threat, the witches. These women want my Brother, but once they have him they don’t want the club. Yes, the bad boy MC man is all huge turn-on for her – at first. Then once she has him, she wants to tame him. She wants to domesticate him. She is afraid that that man who walked in the door and caught her eye will catch the eye of other hotties in the bar.
Now she wants him to leave the club or at least “not go out so much” at first. Then she worries about him. “Maybe my man would be safer if he left the club” she thinks. “Maybe he would be safer if he did not ride that Harley, besides we could fix up our apartment with the money we would get if he sold the bike” she continues to muse as she contemplates a future with him without the bike and the club.
Ironically, it was the bad boy on the Harley that caught her eye, now it is that persona that she fears. She does not fear him, she fears the competition that who he is may bring into her life. She thinks, maybe it is best to tame him. Unfortunately, too many times that is what happens.
What to do about it. Sometimes you can’t do much. A spell is a spell. They defy logic. Here is an idea. Get that gal around other ladies who love the club! Let her learn from them. As soon as a brother starts introducing a gal as his “ol lady” or put the “Property of Patch” vest on her back introduce her to the great ladies in the chapter or are local. They can teach her the value of the club to her ol’ man like no Brother can. If that doesn’t work do your best to run her off before she takes your Brother with her. You will be doing him a favor.
You see this detour that you brother has taken with the witch will never out. She got all hot and attracted to the Brother of an MC on the bike who rode in the pack with his Brothers. He was the self-assured “outlaw man” who once tamed and domesticated will became miserable. Then she will find herself in love with a man who is a shadow of his former self. She won’t be happy and he will be miserable. The relationship is doomed.
The best path is to find a woman who can love the club. Get her around ol’ ladies who do love the club and who wear the Property of Patch because they get it. Those women are proud of their men his club and their place in that traditional system. But if the Brother leaves the MC and one day he wants to come back, make him prospect, and make him prospect for a long time. Make him earn his way back in a big way so he will never want to leave again.
When he earns his way back he will be smarter for it. Be a Brother to him. We have something very special in our MC world. He will understand that better than most for having left it and returned. We are a Brotherhood of men. This kind of Brotherhood makes men into better men.
This is something so few men experience in our modern world where most men just hang out with their work buddies. They don’t know Brotherhood. Work buddies are your “friends” out of convenience. You just happen to see each other Monday through Friday because you work together. They are not even close to being brothers.
Most men are lonely brotherless individuals who work day to day with no meaningful connection to other men. They have no clan or tribe. And so, they are weak men who live unfulfilling boring lives for the most part.
Beware of the enemy. Beware of the witch.
I fell victim to just such a witch as a hang around in an east coast MC many sources call the one of the big 4
It was looking really good so far, I was receiving alot of compliments from all the members of the chapter is was hanging around with as well as the great honor of having each and every one of them take time to sit me down and help me maximize the skills and my perspective to succeed. At some point a few had indicated that when I felt I was ready they would be willing to sponsor me. Winter came and the club went “kick stands down” I was told chapter activity would go to minimum, basically one mandatory run and the Christmas party would be all that would be expected from me if I became a prospect besides of course making sure I made church every week, I was told I would have an easy prospecting and would likely be patched in by “kick stands up” I had to be honest with them as well as myself that the winter was the worst time for me because I had horses and during that time they required extra feeding and care, that coupled with my manditory hours at work increasing during winter that I would have been getting off 30 min before church with a 1 1/4 hour drive to work. I also conveyed that I would personally prefer to prospect during the hardest time to due so, l wanted to truely earn the patch I had already grown to respect above and beyond any other achievement I could ever work towards.
I felt my honesty even though it was disappointing gained me alot of respect. It was agreed that I would pull back for the winter take care of my responsibilities and pick up after winter.
Then sure enough the shoe did fall, ironically in trying to get some help with the horses in late winter to see if could pick up as soon as possible I met a girl who completely bindsided me and fell way too hard. I very quickly started making her the center of my life and I had no chance to get back to hanging with the club. Also ironically I found out unbeknownst to me when I met her she had been a FWB with a club member when we met and had severed that when we hooked up. With that situation I knew that getting back with the club was not a great idea even though he eas from a different chapter and I hadnever met that particular member you prospect with the club not just one chapter. In the time following me and my ol lady had some hard times and she ended up getting back with him whenever I would kick her to the curb, that of course added reason , if any was needed to not contact the members I knew, I felt it would not be right to bring that drama to them.
Eventually we got married but of course I had failed to see all those bright red flags. Biggest one she had been willing and even wanted to become property of but he chose not to make her, why? Maybe it was just his personal choice not to have a property of. Or maybe she just wasn’t the right material to be a bikers ol lady. Another flag was she knew my association with the club when we met but didn’t disclose her association until she had her hooks deep in my life and heart, like you said a witch and it was about casting a spell.
Well now she is gone and I am alone and of regretting very deeply that I failed to follow my original hopes in trying to become a member of this elite club. I know, I blew it, and the fault lies on me alone. The punishment for that failure is that I not likely ever be a member of such y club, this club dominates my entire region where live is a battle ground with a rival that has been trying to get established for years. When I became a hang around with them I chose between the two and my personal code is that I could never go back on that, never betray your brothers. I know as a hang around they don’t see me as their brother butto me they are mine.
After riding and hanging with this club I could never be content with any not on the same par, so joining a lesser club or a riding club in my area is NOT an option for me so unless I relocat a considerable distance I am fated to remain an Independent.
I will forever suffer from missing riding with them there is nothing like riding in that fast tight pack or seeing the pack stretched out for blocks ahead with security roaring past from the intsections behind to block the one ones ahead. Citizens gathering on the sidewalks or their porches to watch an sometimes wave an hoot in the excitement, what a rush it’s as addicting a drug. Hopefully my experience will be an example of true the threat from wrong woman is to clubs, members and professional members alike.
Thanks for reading
Thanks for your message. I feel for you. It happens to Brothers, Prospects and Hang-Arounds alike.
I hope that you will find your way back to the life you want and are willing to work for.
Respect,
Brother Reload
Thanks Brother Reload
I don’t know what is ahead for me I’ve been fighting cancer most of this year but I’ve kept riding once I could go at least a full hour before I had to lie down, I’ve been getting stronger, even been splitting fire wood even day now. So I’m planning on doing alot of riding once summer comes
Respect
Wayne
Sometimes riding is the best medicine. Wishing you a full recovery from your battle.
Brother Reload