#law abiding biker

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MY MOTORCYCLE WAS JUST STOLEN

#HARLEYDAVIDSON #STOLEN #MOTORCYCLES The top 10 motorcycle manufactures most frequently stolen in 2021 accounted for 78% of all stolen motorcycles in 2021. Leading the pack was Honda (10,282), Yamaha (8,185), Kawasaki (5,904), Harley-Davidson (5,811), and Suzuki (4,890). Of those almost 52,000 motorcycles stolen, less than half have been recovered with the NICB study indicating that only 42%…

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yeah cool bike you’ve got there yeah fuck cars yeah do you obey traffic rules?

do you know that you as a biker have to abide by the same rules cars do in order to keep pedestrians safe?

do you know that you have to stop at stop signs and red lights?

do you know that you have to go the same way as cars do on one way streets?

do you know that you can’t bike on the sidewalk?

do you know that you as a biker are no more a pedestrian than a car?

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The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

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. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

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. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

[circeius-invidioso]

I do not get why the Red Corsairs are not a popular choice.

Like.

Like here is the elevator pitch for the warband and then we can come to some justified conclusion.

What isn't there to love?

You want me to turn into an infomencial and make a top 3 reasons why the Red Corsairs are great?

Cause I can.

And I will.

The Diverse Working Enviroment

Here in the Red Corsairs we might have started as Ultramarines but the barrier for entry is on the floor. So anyone can join.

You are Night Lord with a bad rep and no ship.

Buckle up we got you covered.

You are a Fallen and have 20 Dark Angels all up in yo business? Trying to shoot down the boss babe you are?

Fear not, or in our case. Know no Fear. We are strapped and don't get clapped.

You are a traitor that likes their Legion but sadly you got in our way?

Tough luck buddy, you will join or die and your geene seed will join our cause. Nothing personal battle brother. Just business as usual.

Everyone is welcome as long as they follow Huron's guidelines and don't aggitate the topless sweaty Khorne worshipping Ultramarines in the basement.

Sustainability

Unlike the corrupt Imperium of man and the corpse Emperor our leader is powered by miracles (which is trully a miracle how he survived but that on the next section), and we use 0 psyckers to power our crap.

Our carbon footprint is also minimum as we use salvaged goods and don't indulge in toxic industries that destroy worlds.

The Red Corsair base of operation is in the Eye of Terror and from there we expand our scope. A place greatly known for its constant shifts, and horrible conditions but the tan our serfs have are spectacullar from all that cosmic radiation.

Finally we are commited to recycling. As in we take from our victims benefactors and put those stolen goods to some great use. Nothing goes to waste, neither mortal, nor static object. If something is not nailed on the floor we will take it.

In fact we might take the floor too and the nails used to set it in place.

Nothing goes to waste!

Unmatched Leadership

Last, but certainly not least.

The man.

The myth.

The Legend.

Huron Blackheart.

Aka Lufgt Huron.

Aka what would happen if we gave a compressed Guilliman a daemonic familiar and left him to ferment in a warp storm.

Not only the name is so edgy you might cut yourself by saying it out loud. But also it's complex enough that if you say it quickly three times without twisting your tongue theres is a chance furniture might start levitating.

The man has put his Ultramarine brain to use and amased enough influence and power to put the Black Legion to shame.

Huron went from 0 to 100 in no time, he is a self made Warmaster. With no daddy issues or troubles in the world, he goes into battle blasting Alestorm in the voxxcasters.

He does not care.

He probably wears this when he wants to relax.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

He has a biker gang specifically organized to hunt down those who have betrayed him.

They slap those things on their armors not for the usual biker reason

(which fun fact the meaning is, 99% of the bikers are law-abiding, where the 1% are not. That's where the 1% comes from. The more you know 🌈)

no they wear that 1% because that's how high are your chances of escaping from them are.

Is that a bit extreme?

Yes.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

The dude once gathered his buddies and decided...

to you know. Have a casual outing. Nothing too serious, it was a sunday afteral.

So they decided on.

Kidnapping Guilliman.

Which they almost did if not for a Fallen of all people getting in the way.

But still.

The mad lad took Macragge's Honour and went on a joyride/ mini civil war.

Who in the galaxy can turn and say.

Yeah, I stole Macragge's Honour, almost captured my old Primarch. Told a daemon prince they are irrelevant on my way there. Anyway after crushing a fool who thought he could take my crown as king of the space pirates, I went to the home planet of the White Scars and kidnapped and tortured their Chapter Master. What did you do this week? 💅

Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

You tell me I can be an immortal, gorgeous chaos Ultramarine goth boy going on pirate adventures across the galaxy?

Where do I sign up?

I don't need ink for a signature.

I will use my own blood.

[thesoundofrayne]

Impatient.

[Tags: Biker!König, Backpack!AfabReader, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, König is a certified munch, technically it's voyeurism.]

Your hands were gripping his waist, holding close to him as his backpack.

Cars blurred as König drove past them, speeding on the freeway, keeping his hand on your thigh. You knew it wasn't the right time, really you did, but fuck your brain wouldn't stop thinking about it. Wouldn't, *couldn't* stop thinking about him fucking you. You didn't care how, you just wanted his cock, his fingers, his mouth, *anything*.

Your hand slid down to his thigh, testing the waters, gauging his reaction. This was dangerous, you knew this. It was stupid, but fuck you wanted it. His head flicked over to you briefly before his attention was back on the road, and he took an exit. He slowed down the speed of the bike, abiding by the laws of the road, and still, your hand stayed there.

He continued down the road, taking the scenic route on your trip, his hand still gripping your thigh. You noticed there were less cars, and your confidence about your actions grew. Your hand slid over to the inside of his thigh, and he gripped yours in turn, as if warning you. His body was tense, agitated as he felt your hand wander.

His action only spurred you on, and you pressed into his back as your hand found his clothed cock. You could feel him, half-hard from your touches, and his hand cupped yours. He didn't know if he wanted to pull your hand away or press it harder into him.

With an irritated growl, he ripped your hand away, planting it up high on his chest. He sped up the bike, speeding down the road before finding a secluded space. Stopping and parking the bike, he got off as fast as he could and grabbed you, pressing you up against the bike. Helmet still on, gloves still on, his hands hurriedly ripped your pants zipper open.

He cursed as he fumbled first, in a hurry to get you naked, before he succeeded. His hand came to your core, running a gloved finger across the cloth of your panties.

“Soaked these.” He hummed, his voice low and muffled by the helmet. You shivered at his touch, a jolt of heat zipping up your spine.

He teased your cunt through the fabric, pressing and gliding his fingers before pulling his hand away, ripping his glove off. Hurriedly, he yanked down your panties, his bare fingers teasing and prodding your cunt.

“Couldn't keep your mind off of me, hmm? So needy, couldn't wait until we got home.”

He spoke, not expecting an answer from you as he pushed two of his fingers inside you, watching as you swallowed the digits. Slowly, he started to move, not willing to rush the process even if he was in a hurry. He kept a steady pace, his thumb pressing down on your clit before rubbing soft circles, adding into the stimulation.

Your gasps and moans only spurred him on, even if they were muffled by your own helmet. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but seeing him with his helmet on sent heat straight down to your core. You didn't need, or want, really, the man who fucked you at home. Right now, you wanted the man who would take whatever he wanted from you on his bike.

He pulled his fingers out of you after a few minutes, and you whined at the sudden loss. Before you knew it, he grabbed your waist and sat you ontop the seat, making you sit. He pulled your bottoms down further, bunching them around your knees. Ripping his helmet off and letting it fall to the grass, he dropped to his knees in front of you. He gripped your thighs, pressing a chaste kiss to the soft plushness there, before his tongue licked up a flat stripe across your folds.

He groaned at the taste, delving further into your cunt. He sucked and licked, trying to get every sweet drop of you. His mouth went around your clit, teeth scraping gently before his lips latched around the sensitive nub, starting to suck. He used his tongue, adding in more stimulation to bring you closer to the edge faster.

His hands kept your trembling thighs apart, forcing you to make room for him as he relentlessly ate you out. He was acting like a man starved, who had just been given a feast. His mouth went back to your folds, teasing and thrusting with his tongue. He brought his thumb to your clit once more, adding to your pleasure until he had you writhing. He kept going, and going until he had you shaking as your orgasm crashed into you.

He licked up your sweet finish, not caring if it was over stimulating to you in this moment. Pulling away, he licked his lips as he looked at you, making sure to get all of you off of his face.

“Think that'll tide you over till we get home?”

[fizzygutzzz420]

Kiyondo: She's perfect.

Takaaki: Kiyondo, she's literally the equivalent of a damn snake when she's aggressive, in what way is that perfect?

Kiyondo: I dunno, she's just...stunnin'...

Takaaki: What even is my life anymore, I have to deal with my son dating some non-law abiding rebellious biker asshole, and now, I have to deal with my son dating a hybrid of a woman that could very well be considered a mutant...my life can't get any fucking worse...

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Someone: What type of person are you both into?

Takaaki and Kiyotaka: Bikers

Someone: What about you two? *turns to Daiya and Mondo*

Daiya and Mondo: Oblivious, law-abiding idiots

[magsdomino]

Sora/Ippan 14

Ippan Josei was in heaven, or as close as she could remember. As ordinary a woman as she was, she was grateful to have reunited with the boy she had met when she was 7 during a parade.

She was now lucky enough to have been dating him for several months, having stopped at a place had suggested after taking in a parade in the area they had first met at.

Sora was incredible, tall and limber with an athletic build and a boyish exuberance that matched his vibrant teal eyes and dusting of freckles. 

The two practiced dancing alone on the floor of the little Biker Bar known as the Viper Pit. It had been a locale he had frequented since childhood, despite its reputation and clientele. 

Yet here he was: Sora Kendou, one of the youngest Pro Heroes in the country. Some of the patrons weren't exactly law abiding but to Sora, they were old family friends. 

It was only fair he took his date here. It definitely helped that the owner was a heteromorph as well, a giant snake man, albeit with limbs. Either way, he lived up to his name.

The establishment had a rugged charm. It certainly wasn't Tidal Rave, the first place they went for a dancing date when they started out. It wasn't like the family restaurant they had their first date at either.

Sora gazed up at the giant woman as his teal eyes met her blue ones. A boyish smile crept across his freckled face.

"A little less extravagant and their seafood menu is limited, but I hope this is a good place for us to practice dancing. Even picked out some music for us. Not any club hits, I'm afraid. Hope you like slow jazz and a pool table in the corner. "

Ippan shook her head and squeaked, her body swaying to the rhythm of the smoothe music emanating from the Jukebox. "I-it's lovely, Sora. Honestly." 

"You're an expert in that department, so I'll take your word for it." Sora sighed the words as he did his best not to step on her toes. So far, so good at least.

He just needed to keep it up. It wasn't exactly hard. Proper foot placement was important as both a hero and a martial artist, both things he had intensive training in. Alas, when music and a partner were involved, his feet seemed to contort in such a way that they were both his right foot. 

And yet he had done well enough so far. His sidekicks could piss up a rope, especially Koyuki. He was just fine.

Unfortunately, in that moment of pride, the planets aligned and Ippan's two left feet tripped over Sora's right feet. It all felt like slow motion as the 8 foot tall woman lost her balance and started to tumble to the ground. 

Thud! 

The floor shook as Ippan hit it with a thud, landing in a precarious position on top of Sora as their eyes met. Sora in particular tried to maintain eye contact and not look at anything else. The two gulped as their heart rates skyrocketed. As if united by a common thread, the young couple shared a single thought. 

"Well…This is Awkward."

[jackets-kingdom]

Famous Biker Gangs and Their Vests: A Comprehensive Guide

Introduction

Biker vests are not just garments but are integral to the identity of biker gangs around the world. These vests, often decorated with distinctive patches and emblems, symbolize membership, rank, and allegiance within the club. For motorcycle enthusiasts and history buffs alike, understanding the significance of these leather vests offers a glimpse into the world of biker culture.

The History of Biker Gangs

To appreciate the significance of biker vests, it's essential to understand the history of biker gangs. Originating in the post-World War II era, biker gangs initially formed as social clubs for motorcycle enthusiasts. Over time, they evolved into organized groups with their own codes, rituals, and, importantly, their own symbols of identity.

Early Beginnings: The post-war era saw the rise of motorcycle clubs as servicemen returned home and sought camaraderie.

Evolution: From casual clubs to organized gangs, these groups began to establish their own identities and hierarchies.

Modern Era: Today, biker gangs are both a cultural phenomenon and, in some cases, a symbol of rebellion.

Iconic Biker Gangs and Their Vests

Several biker gangs have gained legendary status, each with its own unique style and symbolism associated with their vests.

The Hells Angels

Founded in 1948, the Hells Angels are one of the most notorious biker gangs. Their vests are instantly recognizable, featuring a prominent “Hells Angels” patch along with the iconic “Death Head” logo. This logo, depicting a skull with wings, signifies the gang’s rebellious nature and fearlessness.

Design: The Hells Angels vest typically features a large, intricate back patch and smaller patches on the front.

Significance: The vest represents a lifelong commitment to the club’s values and rituals.

The Outlaws

The Outlaws Motorcycle Club, established in 1935, is another prominent name in the biker world. Their vests feature a “1%er” patch, a symbol denoting their status as an outlaw club, distinct from the 99% of motorcycle enthusiasts who are considered law-abiding.

Design: The Outlaws' vest design includes the club’s name and the “1%er” insignia.

Significance: The vest symbolizes the club’s rebellious stance and its commitment to an alternative lifestyle.

The Mongols

Formed in 1969, the Mongols Motorcycle Club is known for its distinct vests featuring the Mongol warrior emblem. The vest design reflects the club’s pride in its heritage and its fierce reputation.

Design: The Mongols' vests prominently display a Mongol warrior, often accompanied by the club’s name.

Significance: This design emphasizes strength, pride, and the club’s warrior-like ethos.

The Bandidos

Established in 1966, the Bandidos Motorcycle Club’s vests are adorned with the club’s name and a distinctive “Bandido” logo. Their vests are designed to reflect the club’s long-standing traditions and its unique identity within the biker community.

Design: The Bandidos' vests feature a central patch with the “Bandido” logo and various smaller patches.

Significance: The vest represents the club’s rich history and its members' loyalty.

The Design of Biker Vests

Understanding the design elements of biker vests helps appreciate their role in biker culture.

Materials and Craftsmanship

Biker vests are typically made from high-quality leather or denim, chosen for their durability and comfort. The craftsmanship involved in creating these vests is meticulous, with attention paid to every detail.

Leather: Offers durability and a classic biker look.

Denim: A popular choice for a more casual appearance.

Craftsmanship: High-quality stitching and patchwork are essential for a well-made vest.

Symbolism and Patches

Patches on biker vests are more than just decorative elements; they hold significant meaning.

Club Name: Usually displayed prominently on the back.

Rank and Role: Indicate the wearer’s status within the club.

Custom Patches: Personal or event-specific patches add a unique touch.

The Role of Biker Vests in Club Culture

Biker vests serve multiple purposes within biker culture. They are not just clothing items but are integral to the identity and hierarchy of the clubs.

Identity: They signify membership and loyalty.

Hierarchy: Patches denote rank and role within the club.

Tradition: Wearing the vest is a rite of passage and a symbol of commitment.

Expert Opinions on Biker Vests

Experts in motorcycle culture emphasize the importance of biker vests in fostering a sense of belonging and identity within motorcycle clubs. According to Dr. James Thompson, a cultural historian, “Biker vests are more than just attire; they are a representation of an individual's commitment to a group and its values. The design and patches tell a story of allegiance and history.”

How to Choose the Right Biker Vest

Selecting the right biker vest involves considering several factors to ensure it meets both practical and cultural needs.

Material: Choose between leather and denim based on your preference for durability or style.

Fit: Ensure a comfortable fit that allows for movement.

Design: Opt for designs and patches that reflect your personal or club identity.

Conclusion

Famous biker gangs and their vests are deeply intertwined with the culture of motorcycling. These vests represent more than just a piece of clothing; they are symbols of identity, commitment, and tradition. At Jackets Kingdom, we recognize the significance of these vests and offer a range of options for those looking to embrace this iconic aspect of biker culture.

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Iconic Designs of Leather Biker Vest: The Ultimate Biker Gang Accessory

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Iconic Designs of Leather Biker Vest: The Ultimate Biker Gang Accessory

Brothership Emblems: Biker Gang Vest Patches and Symbols

The biker gang vest is worn with pride and can provoke wonder and curiosity. These vests with patches and symbols have deeper meanings and narratives that echo throughout their wearers.

These clothing’ emblems, delicately embroidered onto leather, reveal their meaning. The club name is prominently displayed on the top rocker, usually arched over the vest back. This is more than branding—it shows a biker’s loyalty and claim. In contrast, the vest’s bottom rocker designates the area, declaring presence and dominance.

The club’s emblem or logo, a complex symbol that frequently represents the club’s values and culture, dominates the vest. The skull and crossbones and the Native American chief’s head are not only decorations but symbols of the club’s history and principles.

The 1940s-era “1%er” emblem is one of the most respected patches. It responds to the American Motorcyclist Association’s claim that 99% of motorcyclists are law-abiding, implying that outlaws proudly proclaim their 1% status. Only public outlaws wear this patch, symbolizing disobedience against society and law.

The “MC” patch, which certifies the club’s recognition by the coalition of outlaw motorcycle clubs, is also essential. This shows the club’s validity and sovereignty in the motorcycle community, not just administrative recognition.

Memorial patches are different. Wearing these in memory of fallen colleagues symbolizes respect and fraternity. These patches commemorate those who gave their last ride and show loyalty to their names or dates.

Rally or event patches also tell brotherhood and adventure stories. These patches record their adventures and experiences, from a challenging cross-country ride to a heartwarming local charity event.

When exploring vest adornments, one finds office title patches like “President,” “Vice President,” “Secretary,” and “Road Captain.” These practical patches indicate the wearer’s club duties. Through dedication and service to the club, they win trust and respect.

Personal patches like “First Aid,” which indicates medical training, are more individualized. Members who are being considered for full membership but have not yet been vested with the club’s colors wear patches like “Prospect.”

The details of these patches differ for each club. Some clubs have patches that indicate veteran status for specific wars or conflicts. Others wear patches indicating charitable or community work, showing a club’s involvement off the road.

The placement of patches might be traditional or modified to represent personal tastes or accomplishments, adding complexity to an already complicated vestment. This customization makes the vest and rider stand out in the community.

These garments and their composite symbolism typically divide public opinion. To some, they represent rebellion and a dangerous subculture; to others, they reflect a rich culture of companionship and freedom that biking represents. These patches enable the person and the club to define themselves through this paradox.

To those who know, the biker gang vest is a statement of identity, belief, and camaraderie, not just an accessory. Each patch is a narrative, memory, responsibility, or homage woven into a tapestry as complicated as the wearers’ lives. The vest is lived in, signifying a unique lifestyle that is revered, loathed, misunderstood, and celebrated.

Thus, a biker’s vest’s elaborate patchwork is beautiful and essential to society’s complicated conversation between subcultures. Each patch acquired, applied, and exhibited symbolizes the biker community’s delicate balance between individualism and brotherhood.Preserving the Past: Biker Gang Vest Maintenance

The biker gang vest symbolizes a rider’s dedication and experiences. Proper vest care is crucial to keeping it looking nice and surviving years of riding, weather, and lifestyle wear and tear.

Many motorcycle vests are made of leather, a robust but flexible material that lasts if maintained. First, you must know the sort of leather your vest is made of to determine the proper care and products. Cowhide, buffalo hide, and lambskin require different upkeep.

Leather vests need regular cleaning to prevent deterioration and degradation. Use a gentle brush or moist cloth to remove surface dirt and debris. Oversaturating leather can cause stiffness and cracking as it dries. Use a leather cleaner for a deeper clean, especially if the vest needs to be addressed. Apply the cleaner with a soft cloth in a circular motion, being careful not to use too much, which might leave residues.

Leather must be moisturized like skin to be pliable and prevent fractures. Apply a good leather conditioner when the leather is moist after cleaning. Rub the conditioner evenly in all crevices, especially seams and near stitching, where leather dries faster. Buff any extra conditioner with a smooth, dry rag once the vest absorbs it.

Keep motorcycle vests with metal studs or other hardware rust—and tarnish-free. Use a soft cloth to apply chrome, stainless steel, or brass polish. Rust may stain and weaken leather; thus, this keeps the hardware shiny and avoids leather degeneration.

Vest storage matters, too. When not in use, hang your leather vest on a broad, padded hanger for smooth shoulders and no creases. Instead of plastic coverings, choose breathable fabric covers to prevent dust and mildew. Keep leather cool and dry away from direct sunlight and heat sources, which can fade or damage it.

Tears or worn patches may require vest repair in addition to primary care. Minor tears can be repaired with a leather kit. Filling tears or holes with a vest-colored compound is typical of these kits. For extensive repairs, a professional leather repair service may help preserve the vest’s beauty.

Biker vests typically have custom patches sewn on to commemorate events or membership. When adding patches, consider vest balance and design. Professional patch sewing is recommended since thick leather is rugged to stitch without the correct equipment. This secures patches and prevents leather rips during rides.

Waterproofing is essential for bikers in different weather conditions. Water can stiffen and crack the leather. Use a leather-compatible waterproofing spray to prevent dampness. This spray should be used occasionally, especially before the wet season, to protect the vest from rain.

Last, the vest’s patches’ colors and artwork must be preserved, as well as its physical condition. Do not use chemical cleaners near logos or colored patches. Often, a moist cloth wipe will clean these ornamented sections without fading.

Your biker gang vest can represent your travels, memories, and rider identity with proper care. This upkeep keeps the vest looking excellent and protects its memories, making it a heritage piece that can be worn for years or generations. Maintaining a biker vest should be as distinctive as the rider’s road. From frequent cleaning to careful storage, each action keeps the vest ready for the trip.

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I started compiling a list of biker slang and motorcycle lingo , if your on the fringe of the culture, new or even coming back to the biker culture things change , music, fashion, machines and the lingo , most of the terminology and slang that the biker culture speaks is pretty straightforward and you can get by with common sense but I have had some interesting questions lately and thought it would be helpful to put a list together for anyone interested in what certain terms and phrases mean …

* 1%er (One-Percenter): If 99% of motorcycle riders are law-abiding members of society, the rest is the 1%. Advertised through a patch or tattoo, usually on a diamond-shaped back field.

* 1-Kicker: Starts on the first kick. A well-tuned motorcycle.

* 1-piece (One-Piece): "1-piece" outfit of protective clothing, covering the rider from neck to ankles.

* 2-into-1: Two exhaust pipes mated into one pipe, i.e., two header pipes into one muffler pipe.

* 2-Piece (Two-Piece): "2-piece" outfit of protective clothing, consisting of a jacket and pants, often constructed to allow the two pieces to be zipped together at the waist.

* 2-Second Rule: Same as with a car. A tool used to estimate the minimum safe following distance between moving vehicles. Cars following a motorcycle should allow four seconds as motorcycles can stop much more quickly than cars can.

* 2-Stroke: An engine in which the piston assembly/assemblies run two strokes per cycle.A specific kind of engine that made a lot of power combined with lightweight and simplicity. Problem is, they pollute like crazy, so they were essentially legislated out of existence in the United States and the EU. However, they are still used in many Asian countries. In the U.S., some small devices still use two-stroke engines, like weed eaters, but even those are converting over to more eco-friendly four-stroke designs.

* 3-Piece Patch/3 Patch: A configuration of back patches used by some motorcycle clubs with a top patch (club's name), a center patch (club's logo), and a bottom patch (geographical territory). Top and bottom patches are referred to as "Rockers."

* 4-Stroke: An engine in which the piston assembly/assemblies run four strokes per cycle.

* 6-Bends/6-Bend Handlebars: Handlebars that have six bends. Popular in '70s Chopper culture.

* 13: The 13th letter of the alphabet (M). Can stand for motorcycle, marijuana, methamphetamines, Mongols, and mother chapter. You will most likely see this patch accompanied by a marijuana leaf at bike rallies, the individual that is wearing this patch is advertising that either they are partakers of marijuana or they are “holding” and are “open for business” , be careful here , a club member or outlaw biker will never be “dirty earning” or “dealing” in their club cut/colors, no matter what you saw on Sons Of Anarchy, so if you see this 13 on a full patch members cut , DO NOT TRY TO BUY WEED FROM THEM . Show some “class” and ask … “hey neighbor (your not his brother) I’m ignorant and I apologize, but what’s that 13 patch mean ? Most hard core 1% ers would love to tell you about their club and if you approach any of these individuals they will be happy to have a conversation with you , it’s all about respect.

* 81: The eighth letter of the alphabet (H) and the first letter (A). Stands for Hell's Angels

* 99%er: The opposite of a 1%er. Patch often worn by an off-duty biker, first responders, police, firefighters, EMTs/paramedics, and military personnel. Sometimes worn by citizens as a social statement, but this isn't a great idea as 1%ers could consider it antagonistic or as a challenge.

* ADV: Short for “adventure,” ADV means both a kind of bike and a style of riding. ADV bikes can be ridden on- and off-road and are often called “dual-sportbikes” or “adventure bikes.” A ride on such a bike is often called an “ADV ride,” and there are countless ADV groups, websites, clubs, etc.

* AMA: American Motorcyclist Association. This riding organization puts on races, rallies each year. It also lobbies politicians on behalf of riders and offers services such as roadside assistance.

* Airfence: Back in the day, racers could expect to slide into a tire barrier when they crashed in a corner at the track. Well Tires aren’t that soft, and many riders got injured. Enter Airfence, an airbag system for racetracks. When a rider hits an Airfence, it rapidly deflates, absorbing the energy of the crash and lessening the chances of injury.

* Any Number Over/Under: This refers to the length of front forks as compared to the stock length. Ex: "ten over" means 10 inches longer than in stock configuration, "two under" means two inches shorter.

* A's & 8s/Aces & 8s: Deadman's Hand. Legendary poker hand drawn by Wild Bill Hickok just before he was murdered.

* ABATE: The ABATE acronym is understood to have several meanings. ABATE is a social club and lobbying organization that seeks to preserve and regain legal rights on behalf of the motorcycling community.

* ABS: Anti-lock braking system, same as on a car.

* AFFA: Angels Forever, Forever Angels. A sign of loyalty referring to the Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club. These letters will change depending on the prevailing club of any particular area for example: OFFO Outlaws Forever Forever Outlaws and so on .

* ATF: Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives. AKA “the Goon Squad”

* ATGATT: All The Gear All The Time. Refers to the wearing of all safety gear (helmets, jacket, etc.) at all times while riding.

* Aftermarket: Parts and accessories that are not OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) made.

* Air-Cooled: Engines cooled by airflow rather than through liquid cooling that is typical of cars; a bit of a misnomer as all engines are also oil-cooled, including air-cooled engines

* Airheads: A term used to refer to older, air-cooled BMW motorcycles.

* Analog Gauges: Mechanical/non-digital gauges.

* Anti-Dive System: A component of some front-end suspension systems designed to reduce front fork compression (dive) when under hard braking.

* Ape Hangers: High handlebars that rise above the rider's shoulders. The rider assumes a posture reminiscent of an ape hanging from a branch. Also referred to as just simply “Apes”

* Apex: The highest point. The apex of a curve is the tightest portion of said curve. It is your job as a rider to “hit” the perfect apex.

* Associate: A person associated with a motorcycle club. Used more by people outside of the biker community than by the motorcycle clubs.

* BMW: Bavarian Motor Works (Bayerische Motoren Werke AG), a manufacturer of automobiles and motorcycles. The BMWs of the '60s and '70s have a cult following that continues to this day.

* BSA: Birmingham Small Arms. A British manufacturer of motorcycles, now out of business.

* Backbone: The top tube of a motorcycle frame where the tank is typically mounted.

* Back Warmer: The friend on the back of your motorcycle.

* Backyard: An area that you ride frequently.

* Baffle: A sound deadening wall inside a muffler.

* Bagger: A motorcycle equipped with saddlebags, usually referring to a large motorcycle with hard-side bags and full touring gear.

* Bandana: A square of cloth used for just about everything.

* Bar Hopper: A motorcycle used to ride from bar to bar. Flashy or custom bike not suited to long-distance riding.

* Bark-o-lounger: A large, comfortable motorcycle. Honda Gold Wing

* Basket Case: 1) A motorcycle in a state of dis-assembly, i.e. a bike with its parts in baskets. 2) A person that's a mess psychologically.

* Bead: The edge of a tire that touches the wheel

* Beehive: A beehive style tail light.

* Beemer: A nickname for a BMW.

* Belt Drive: A system that uses a belt to transfer power rather than a chain or shift.

* Bible: Don't leave home without it. Usually your sled’s service manual, but also just a bible

* Big Dog: An American motorcycle manufacturer; closed down in April 2011.

* Big Five: The five major motorcycle manufacturers: Harley Davidson, Honda, Kawasaki, Suzuki, and Yamaha.

* Big Four: Hell's Angels, Pagans, Outlaws, and Bandidos. The four motorcycle clubs that have been identified as Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs by the FBI. These clubs are prosecutable under the Federal RICO statute. As of 2023 there are now 8 MC’s on the FBI list of criminal organizations, Mongols,Vagos,Black Pistons and Sons Of Silence.

* Big Twin: A large V-Twin engine, especially the larger Harley Davidson engines.

* Bike: An acceptable term for almost any motorcycle, which is also often called a ride, sled, beast, the old lady, sweetheart, my precious, That Broken Down Old Piece of … and so on.

* Biker: A motorcycle rider. Be careful with this term. In general, it means someone who rides a motorcycle, but in the world of those who actually ride motorcycles, it more precisely means someone who is in a motorcycle club. A Hell’s Angel is a biker, An Outlaw is a biker , A Mongol is a biker, but your Uncle Jim who scoots around on his Harley Sportster on the weekends from bar to bar isn’t. Uncle Jim is a rider or motorcyclist. Bikers don’t mind being called “bikers” — that’s what they are — but they generally don’t like to be called “motorcyclists.” But motorcyclists (non-bikers) don’t necessarily mind being called a “biker.” Follow?

* Biker Friendly: A business that appreciates the patronage of bikers.

* Billet: Refers to a piece of metal that's been machined into shape rather than cast.

* Blip the Throttle: A quick twist of the throttle.

* Block: The largest part of the engine in which the cylinder/cylinders are bored.

* Blockhead: A Harley Davidson engine produced between 1984 and 2000.

* Bobber: A Bob, Bobbed, or Bobbing). A motorcycle customized by bobbing (shortening) the fenders. Among the earliest custom motorcycles. Enjoying a resurgence in popularity today.

* Bonnie: General nickname for Britain’s iconic Triumph Bonneville motorcycle.

* Bonneville: This time, we’re talking about a place, not a bike, except to say that the Triumph Bonneville motorcycle is named after the place. That place is the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah, where riders and drivers take their machines to find out just how fast they can go. Just call it “Bonneville,” and other riders will know what you’re talking about. It’s also known as “The Salt.”

* Bullet bike: This is an outsider’s term for a sportbike, often used by media and non-riders to get attention.

* Boneyard: A salvage yard or the back room at a motorcycle shop where “takeoffs” that are still useable are stored

* Bore: The internal diameter of a cylinder.

* Bottom End: 1) The bottom part of the engine. 2) The lower end of the RPM range.

* Bottom Out: When a suspension system has no more room to travel.

* Boxer: The nickname for the two-cylinder, horizontally opposed engine most-associated with older BMWs.

* Braided Hoses: hose covered in braided metal.

* Brain Bucket: A helmet.

* Bro/Brother: A close friend. Another rider.

* Bronson Rock: An improvised tool. Not a term used in spoken conversations, but you'll occasionally read it in forums.

* Broomsticks: Straight handlebars.

* Buckhorns: A style of handlebars that pull back toward the rider, actually resembling a bull's horns. When someone speaks about buckhorns, it's usually in the context of wanting to replace them with something more stylish.

* Buddy Pegs: Footpegs for a passenger.

* Buffeting: Quick-cycling wind turbulence, especially bothersome when following large vehicles. Also referred to as “Dirty Air”.

* Burnout: Spinning the rear wheel while preventing the motorcycle from moving forward (accomplished by applying the front brake or setting the front tire against an immovable object such as a high curb).

* Burning Rubber: Applying enough throttle from a stop that the rear tire loses traction and spins freely, leaving melted/burned rubber on the road surface.

* Busa: A nickname for a Hayabusa (Suzuki GSX1300R).

* CB: Slang for an old Honda, Most vintage Honda models start with CB, as in CB750, CB550, CBX, CB1100F, and so on (and on and on and on). Many current Hondas still start with CB, but in general, it means Honda.

* CB750: Honda motorcycle. The first Sport Bike.

* CC: Cubic centimeter. 1,000 cc = 1 liter.

* CE Armor/CE Certified: A European system designed to rate the effectiveness of motorcycle riding armor. There is no American equivalent.

* Choke: If your bike has carburetors, it’s got a choke somewhere, and you’re going to need it when starting up your bike if the engine is cold. A choke does just that: it chokes off the air going into the engine, so it has more gas in the mixture, easing starting and cold running. Modern bikes with fuel injection just do this automatically after you push the starter button. Chokes are variable, so some bikes need “full choke” to start or maybe just a smidge if it’s a hot day. If your bike has one, you’ll learn to use it as a matter of ownership , further more in most service manuals this piece of equipment is referred to as the “enrichment cable” or “enricher knob”

* CMA: Christian Motorcycle Association

* Cafe Chop: Converting a motorcycle into a cafe racer.

* Cafe Racer: Motorcycles customized in the style of the British street-racing motorcycles of the 1960s and 1970s. Riders known as “rockers” would modify their bikes for speed (of course) with lower handlebars, rear-set footpegs, loud pipes, and more, riding quickly from nightspot to nightspot — usually a café — to show off and pick up girls was part of the scene

* Cage: Car, truck, or van.

* Cager: Person in a car, truck, or van.

* Cam: A circle or oblong with an off-center point of axis.

* Can: An exhaust muffler, typically an aftermarket muffler for a sport bike.

* Canyon Carving: Hard, fast riding on twisty roads.

* Carb/carbs: This refers to “carburetors” — a component used to mix fuel and air together as it enters the piston chamber , technology that has been used for decades before fuel injection became a thing. They are finicky, and prone to clogging, which is why you need to have some basic knowledge of the eternal combustion engine to actually tune a motorcycle with carbs properly, Some smaller bikes and dirt bikes still come with them.

* Carbon Fiber: A strong and lightweight construction material.

* Cateye: A style the tail light.

* Catwalk: A British term for wheelie.

* Center of Gravity: Balance point.

* Centerstand: A device used to hold a motorcycle upright when it's not being ridden. Serves the same purpose as a kickstand, except that the rear wheel is raised off the road surface.

* Century: 100 mph

* Chain: A metal chain that transfers power to the rear wheel. Similar in design and purpose to a bicycle chain.

* Chain Drive: system that used a chain to transfer power to the rear wheel.

* Chaps: Protective riding gear that goes over pant legs and does not cover groin or posterior.

* Chapter: The local entity of a larger club. Example: XYZ Motorcycle Club, Detroit Chapter.

* Chase Vehicle: Truck that follows a pack of riders on a run to assist with breakdowns

* Chassis: Frame and suspension.

* Chopper: Term for a customized motorcycle that has taken various forms through the years. Originally, anything unnecessary was "chopped" off and then custom features were added. The swing arm and rear suspension is cut out or off the rear part of the motorcycle completely and a replacement hard tail is wielded in place , this shortens the length of the bike and makes it very ridged, hence the terms “hardtail” or “ridged”. The most notable feature of a Chopper is its extended fork system, and a proper chopper will have no front fender , no blinkers, a shortened or chopped rear fender and no gauges, chopper enthusiast have become their sub culture in the motorcycle industry and the Styles are as vast as the individuals that ride them.

* Chrome: Chromium plating used to increase corrosion resistance and enhance appearance.

* Church: A club meeting. Also referred to as “chapel”

* Citizen: A person with no Motorcycle Club affiliation and no criminal record.

* Club: A organized group of people banded together over a common interest. Motorcycle Club is a generally nefarious term referring to Outlaws/1%ers, whereas Riding Clubs are more community-friendly.

* Clip-ons: Handlebars that "clip-on" to the top of the forks. Usually seen on Sports Bikes as they lend themselves to a forward-leaning riding position.

* Colors: Patches, logo, uniform associated with a Motorcycle Club

* Compression Ratio: Refers to the difference between the precompressed volume of air/fuel and the compressed volume of air/fuel.

* Counter-Steer: Counter-intuitive steering system in which a push to the left-side handlebar results in a right-side turn and vice versa.

* Cowl/Cowling: Bodywork pieces that cover the engine and transmission of a bike to improve aerodynamics and visual smoothness. These are the parts removed from a naked bike.

* Crash Bars: Bars that attach to the frame and protrude outward so as to protect the engine in the event of a dump. They do nothing in a real crash.

* Cross Wind: Wind blowing across the direction of travel.

* Crotch Rocket: A sports bike.

* Cruiser: A bike built for cruising the boulevards as opposed to sports riding or long-distance riding. Typically of classic style with a low seat, pull-back handle bars, fancy paint, and lots of chrome.

* Cut-Off Switch: A handlebar-mounted switch that turns off the engine. Also called a kill switch.

* Cuts: A denim or leather vest , the term comes from the 50’s and 60’s when MC’s would “cut” the sleeves off of denim jackets. All club patches are sewn onto cuts, which are worn as the outer-most layer of clothing, even over leather jackets. Most, if not all, outlaw clubs have cuts as their basic uniform.

* DILLIGAF: You may see this most often as a sticker on a fellow rider’s motorcycle helmet, bike, or even as a tattoo or patch on a riders cut. It’s an acronym for Does It Look Like I Give A F*ck. It’s pronounced “dill-eh-gaff,” or pretty much like what it looks like.

* DOHC: Dual Overhead Cam

* DOHV: Dual Overhead Valves

* DOT: Department of Transportation. Most often referring to a DOT-approved helmet.

* Daytona: Daytona Beach, Florida, home of the annual Daytona Beach Bike Week rally(which is actually 2 weeks long) and the Biketoberfest motorcycle rally.

* Decreasing Radius Curve: A curve that gets tighter as you progress through. Sometimes found on cloverleaf-style exit ramps, these turns are particularly dangerous for motorcyclists.

* Digger: A motorcycle with a stretched (lengthened) frame and stock-length front forks.

* Dirt Bike: An off-road bike; not street legal.

* Dive: The tendency for the front suspension to compress under hard braking due to the effects of inertia.

* Dome: Helmet

* Donor: A bike from which parts are taken to make or repair another bike

* Doughnut: A 360-degree burnout, just as in a car, but harder to do on a motorcycle.

* Do-Rag: Cloth head covering. The evolved form of a bandana

* Drag Bars: Handlebars that do not appreciably sweep up or back toward the rider.

* Dragging Pegs: Leaning so far into a curve that the foot pegs drag on the road surface. Not a good idea and definitely not done on purpose.

* Drag Pipes: Short, straight exhaust pipes typically seen on Cruisers

* Dresser: A large motorcycle complete with a full touring package (fairing, windshield, saddle bags, and a comfortable seat).

* Drop Seat: A frame style in which the seat-rest has a lowering notch within the frame.

* Dual front disc brakes: If you’ve never ridden a motorcycle or are new to the sport, you may have noticed that some motorcycles have two disc brake rotors on the front wheel. Why? Quite simply, more braking power. Also, the two discs split up the braking forces so any slight “pull” from the braking mechanism is offset. However, brakes are heavy (and expensive), so many bikes with less performance potential or lower prices have just one front disc brake. With the advent of better brake systems and anti-lock braking systems (ABS), most bikes stop just fine with one disc up front. However, top-tier performance bikes or very heavy bikes will usually have a pair of rotors to maximize stopping power.

* Dual Purpose Motorcycle: A motorcycle designed for use on and off-road, with a bias toward for off-road.

* Dual Sport: A motorcycle designed for use on and off-road, with a bias toward on-road.

* Duck/duc: Slang nickname for Ducati (“doo-caw-tee” or “doo-cat-ee,” depending on who you ask), the Italian maker of some of the most expensive, powerful, sweet-handling, and beautiful motorcycles in the world.

* Dumping the Bike: When a bike falls over. Not a crash, as the bike is not under power at the time of the dump.

* Earned or Bought: Refers to patches. Some clubs' patches are earned (the wearer had to complete a specific task in order to earn the patch) and some patches are bought (the wearer does not have to earn the right to wear the patch). If asked by an outlaw if your patches are earned or bought, "bought" is the safe answer. "Earned" could cause you to have to explain yourself, and you won’t have the right answer.

* Easy Rider: Motorcycle magazine and classic movie. Also a respectful title for older bikers.

* Endo: Abruptly stopping a motorcycle so that inertia lifts the back end off the surface. Sometimes this is done on purpose as a stunt, also known as a Stoppie. If an endo is not intentional, it's called an end-over-end.

* Enduro: Used to describe an off-road/trail ride competition and the bikes that are used to compete in these competitions.

* Evolution/Evo: Harley Davidson engine produced from 1984 to 2000.

* Exhaust Wrap: Insulated cloth wrapped around exhaust pipes to retain heat and give an old-school look. Also known as heat wrap, pipe wrap, and exhaust tape. On cars, it's called header wrap.

* Fairing: Bodywork at the front of a motorcycle designed to deflect wind, rain, and road debris.

* Farkle: Doo-dads, kitch, and add-ons that serve no useful purpose. One or two farkles are ok (flags, stuffed pigs, etc.) but don't overdo it. Most serious bikers don't use this term but you'll find it used in forums and occasionally in magazines.

* Fins: Heat sumps on air-cooled engines.

* Fishtailing: Side-to-side sliding of the rear wheel

* Fishtails: Flared exhaust tip that resembles a fish's tail.

* Flathead: An early engine design associated with Harley Davidson engines produced from 1919 to 1973.

* Flat Spot: The point at which no additional power is gained from increased RPMs

* Flycatcher: Hypercharger reminiscent of a racecar's Bird Catcher, but smaller.

* Flying Colors: Wearing your club's "colors."

* Foot Pegs: Pegs where a rider rests his feet

* Fork Bag: A small pouch attached to forks (sometimes handlebars or frame) and used to carry tools and supplies.

* Frisco Style: When a fuel tank is mounted on top of the frame rather than having the frame sunk into the underside of the tank.

* Garage rot: One of the worst things you can do to a motorcycle is to not ride it. It’s one thing if you’ve got a super-rare vintage bike in your living room as an art installation. But if you leave your bike in the garage collecting dust next to your Stairmaster for two years, the brake fluid is going to go bad, brake pistons could stick, piston rings could rust, rust may form in the gas tank, and so on. That’s known as garage rot. Either ride it or store it properly.

* GBNF: Gone but Not Forgotten

* Gearbox/box: Slang for the transmission on a motorcycle.

* Getting Patched: Graduating from prospect to club member (getting your center patch).

* Giggle Gas: Nitrous oxide.

* Get-off: This is another term for “crash” and usually denotes a minor crash. It’s called a “get-off” because the rider “gets off” the bike during the crash (which is what you want to happen).

* Gixer/Gixxer: Suzuki GSX-R.

* Gooseneck: The stretched portion of the frame just behind the neck, originally used by home-builders to stretch the length of the frame without altering its geometry.

* Green Light Triggers: "Demand-actuated" traffic lights sometimes don't recognize motorcycles because motorcycles aren't big enough to trigger the sensor. Green Light Triggers are magnets that attach to the underside of a motorcycle designed to trigger the light to change. Sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. Most of these lights nowadays have light sensors on them, it is now common knowledge that if you are not tripping the weight sensor, you can turn your lights from high beams to low beam repeatedly and cycle the light.

* Gremlin: Blamed for all sorts of mechanical problems. Typically referred to in the context of Gremlin Bells, which are said to protect against Gremlins.

* Grocery Getter: A biker's car, usually a middle-class, family-style car.

* GS: Nickname for BMW GS dual-sport models. Most people are referring to the big GS models, such as the GS1200 Adventure when they say “GS.” BMW also makes smaller GS models as well, and they are highly competent adventure bikes.

* HOG: Harley Owners Group

* Hack: A sidecar. Also a "side hack.

* Hairpin: A very tight turn.

* Hamsters: A high-profile group of custom motorcycle enthusiasts, easily recognized at events by their distinctive uniform: A yellow t-shirt with the Hamsters' logo. Membership includes: Arlen Ness, Dave Perowitz, and Donnie Smith.

* Hand Signals: Beyond the left-turn, right-turn that you were taught when riding a bicycle; can be used to communicate formation, hazards, travel routes, etc.

* Hang Around: a person that "hangs around" a motorcycle club and may be interested in joining.

* Hard Tail/Hardtail: motorcycle with no rear suspension.

* Harley Davidson: the largest American motorcycle manufacturer.

* Heel-Toe Shifter: gear-selector lever that allows the rider to push down on the rear portion of the lever rather than pulling up on the front.

* Helmet Head: your hair after wearing a helmet.

* Helmet Stickers: biker equivalent to bumper stickers except 1. bikes don't have bumpers and 2. like tattoos, one's not enough.

* High Side: accident in which the motorcyclist goes over the motorcycle (and then sometimes the motorcycle goes over the motorcyclist—you get the picture). Opposite of a low side.

* Highway Bars: bars that connect to and extend away from the frame in a semi-circular arch. Highway bars allow for leg stretching room on longer rides, offer convenient mounting points for auxiliary lighting and they can offer some protection during a dump.

* Highway Pegs: foot pegs mounted so as to allow leg stretching room. Highway Pegs are much small than Highway Bars.

* Hog: nickname for a large motorcycle, usually a Harley Davidson.

* Horizontally Opposed: engine configuration in which cylinders are set 180 degrees apart.

* IC: pronounced (I Seee) , Independent contractor , Contrary to popular belief, motorcycle club members actually have more rules and bylaws to abide by than a citizen. When there is a task,chore, or problem that a club need’s handled, an IC is employed . Because of the RICO statue most IC’s have no affiliation with any one club. These individuals are the most dangerous hard cores in the culture, they do not answer to any authority , they don’t have to ask for permission to beat your ass, and they are usually not wearing any identifiable patches, they are only identified by earned ink , if even that , it would vary depending on the club and for that you would have to ask the club , and I highly recommend against that , look for blood drops , hash marks , tear drops on the face, neck, or hands. You can run in rough circles in this culture your whole riding life and never knowingly be aware of such individuals. They don’t broadcast their business, however having a few to many beers at the local “open house” and shooting off your mouth would not be good trade craft. Remember it’s about respect.

* I Rode Mine: T-shirt slogan worn to shame those that trailer their bikes to rallies.

* IOMTT: Acronym for the Isle of Mann Tourist Trophy race, which takes place on a small island each year. It is one of the most exciting, insane, and insanely dangerous races in the world. Riders pilot 200ish-hp sportbikes at up to 230ish mph around a 37-mile road course that is made up of city and country roads. There is little margin for error, and many riders have died on the course. Also known simply as “the Isle of Man” or the “IoM.”

*Independent: A biker with no club affiliation.

*Indian: An old American motorcycle manufacturer.

* Ink: A tattoo.

* Ink Slinger: A tattoo artist.

* Inline Four: An engine configuration in which all four cylinders are aligned in a row.

* Inline Six: An engine configuration in which all six cylinders are aligned in a row.

* Inline Triple: An engine configuration in which all three cylinders are aligned in a row.

* Inverted Front End/Inverted Forks: A front-end suspension system in which larger tubes are at the top and smaller tubes are at the bottom.

* Iron Butt: A motorcycle run that covers 1,000 miles in 24 hours. The Iron Butt Rally covers 11,000 miles in 11 days.

* Ironhead: Harley Davidson Sportsters produced from 1957 to 1985.

* Jet: Ports in the carburetor through which fuel flows

* Jet Needle: Controls the flow of fuel through the jet.

* Jockey Shift: A gear selector fitted directly into the top of the transmission.

* Jugs: Cylinders.

* Katoom: Pronounced “kah-toooom.” Slang for bike maker KTM.

* Kawi: Pronounced “cow-ee.” Short for Kawasaki.

*Kicker/Kickstart: A motorcycle with no electric starter that must be manually kick-started.

* Kickstand: A mechanical device that enables a motorcycle to balance in an upright position when not being ridden. In most service manuals this is referred to the “jiffy stand”.

* King and Queen Seat: A one-piece seat with a saddle for the driver, a passenger saddle behind, and a high, padded backrest raised about six inches above the driver and attached to a high Sissy Bar. In the '70s, no chopper was complete without a king and queen seat.

* Knucklehead: Harley Davidson engine produced from 1936 to 1947.

* Kuryakyn: A well-respected manufacturer of custom motorcycle bolt-on parts, especially among Harley Davidson enthusiasts.

* Kit: A Britishism and general term for “gear” that’s catching on in the U.S.

* KLR: Short for the Kawasaki KLR 650, one of the first purpose-built dual sportbikes. Not fast, complicated, or especially stylish, it’s the Jeep of the dual-sport/ADV world and has been in production for about 30 years in pretty much the same form. Riders have circled the globe on their trusty KLRs, which have a well-deserved reputation for toughness, simplicity, and low cost.

* Lace: To lace a wheel is to install the spokes.

* Lane Splitting: Driving between lanes of traffic traveling in the same direction either at speed or when traffic is stopped

* Laughing Gas: Nitrous oxide

* Laughlin/Laughlin River Run: An annual motorcycle rally in Laughlin NV.

* Lay It Down: A crash in which a biker slides with one leg under the bike, typically done purposely to avoid a worse collision. When done accidentally it's called a " low side."

* Leathers: Riding clothes made of leather.

* Lid: Helmet

* Line: The intended path of travel.

* Lone Wolf: A biker with no club affiliation.

* Low Side: A crash in which a rider slides with one leg under the motorcycle, opposite of a "High Side."

* Magic button: “Easyrider” or “Old Head” slang for the starter button. For decades, motorcycles were kick-start-only machines. While they weren’t the first by a long shot, Honda made electric starting commonplace on motorcycles.

* MC and M/C: A motorcycle club. There are no admitted "Motorcycle Gangs" just as there is no admitted Mafia.

* MFFM: Mongols Forever, Forever Mongols

* Meet: A scheduled social event or "meeting." Social... this is not "Church."

* Megaphone: A flared exhaust tip

* Metric Cruiser: Cruiser style bike of foreign manufacturer

* Mod or mods: Two things here. “Mods” as describing a rider is a British term for someone who rides a scooter in nicely dressed attire , “mods” is short for “moderns” ,usually as part of a club and were direct rivals of the British “Rockers” motorcycle clubs. A sharp sense of style and a sweet customized Vespa or Lambretta scooter are required. Mod” or “mods” as it applies to machinery is another way of saying you’ve customized (modified) something on your bike.

* Monkey Butt: The unpleasant "end" result of a long ride.

* Moped: A small motorcycle that also has bicycle pedals — and can be pedaled. Mopeds usually have 50cc or smaller engines, and so they aren’t very fast. However, there is a whole hop-up culture around mopeds, so you can actually see some pretty insane customs here and there. Some people call the lightest of the lightweight scooters “mopeds,” but unless they have pedals, they are still technically scooters.

* Motard: Pronounced “moe-tard.” A motard motorcycle is essentially a dirtbike or dual-sportbike that has been converted to street use and only street use. It’s not a dual-sport. Motards retain the tall stance, long suspension, thin profile, and lightweight of a dirt bike, but have sportbike tires, reworked suspension, lights, signals, etc. Once a fringe bike type pieced together by garage builders, motards are crazy fun to ride because they are so light, fast, and maneuverable. That makes them great as city bikes, but not so great for distance, although many people kit them out for long trips because they are so much fun to ride. You can get factory motards from a few major bike makers, including Ducati, which makes the rightly named Hypermotard.

* Motorbike: Term for a motorcycle used largely across the pond by our English and Aussie brothers and sisters.

* Motorcyclist: Politically correct and all-encompassing term for people who ride motorcycles, typically used by people outside the riding sphere. Like “biker,” some riders don’t mind being referred to as motorcyclists, while others do. It might be easier to just say “motorcycle rider.” Motorcyclist is also the title of a popular motorcycle web magazine, which was originally called American Motorcyclist.

* Mother/Mother Chapter: An original chapter of a Motorcycle Club.

* MotoGP: MotoGP (Motorcycle Grand Prix) is the top tier of motorcycle racing. Much as Formula 1 or IndyCar is to car racing, MotoGP is where the best of the best, both in terms of bikes and riders, meet to do battle. The races are held all over the world at the best tracks and consistently attract 100,000 or more fans on race days. Only in the U.S. is MotoGP relatively unknown and overshadowed by car-based motorsports such as NASCAR and Indy racing. There is usually one MotoGP race a year in the States: at Circuit of the Americas in Austin, Texas. If you can go to a race, be sure to do it. And bring earplugs. Other popular racing leagues include Moto2 (600cc machines) Moto3 , MotoAmerica and World Superbike, which is also known as SBK.

* MSF: MSF stands for Motorcycle Safety Foundation. Formed in the 1970s, the MSF offers basic and advanced riding instruction. The MSF supplies the motorcycle (usually 250cc beginner bikes) and teaches proven riding skills. It’s not as easy as you might think! Once you pass the beginner class and have a few hundred miles under your belt, take some advanced MSF classes to up your skill level. It’s well worth it.

* Naked Bike: Bikes with little to no cowl or fairing. Often achieved after a bike is laid down. The damaged body pieces are removed and then not replaced either due to their cost or just because the owner decides that he likes the new look.

* Neck: The front of a motorcycle frame behind the steering head.

* Nitrous Oxide/N2O: Oxygen-rich gas fed into the fuel/oxygen stream to increase horsepower.

* Nomad: 1) "Nomad" on a bottom rocker patch means that motorcycle club member travels between geographical chapters. Kind of like working in a secretarial pool, a Nomad goes where he's needed. 2)"Nomad" on a top rocker patch or car plaque means "Nomad" is the name of that club.

* NOS: 1) New Old Stock: old parts that are still in stock; 2) Nitrous Oxide System.

* OEM: Original Equipment Manufacturer.

* OFFO: Outlaws Forever, Forever Outlaws.

* OHC: OverHead Cam.

* OHV: OverHead Valve.

* OMG: Outlaw Motorcycle Gang. You won't see this advertised on patches or tattoos, but you'll see it in books and magazine magazines/web articles. Always used to refer to someone else; 1%ers may mention their Club, but will never say they're part of a gang.

* Oil Bag: An oil tank.

* Old Lady/Ol' Lady: A wife or long-time girlfriend. Has nothing to do with age and is not a derogatory term.

* One-Off: A one-of-a-kind fabricated part or one-of-a-kind motorcycle.

* Organ Donor: A biker who doesn't wear a helmet.

* Originals: The original colors presented to a new Motorcycle Club member.

* P: when worn as a patch on Originals/Colors, it means Chapter President.

* Pannier or panny/pannies: Fancy French motorcycle slang for saddlebags or luggage located on either side of a bike’s passenger seat. With the rise of dual-sport riding, panniers now refer more to hard-sided cases, while traditional leather or soft-sided bags are still called saddlebags.

* Pancake Engine: horizontally opposed engine.

* Panhead: Harley Davidson engine produced from 1948 to 1965.

* Pasta Rocket: Italian Sportbike.

* Patch Holder: member of a Motorcycle Club. Also referred to as a “full patch”.

* Patched/Patched In: graduating from Prospect to Motorcycle Club member.

* Patches: sewn onto vests or jackets – some have hidden meanings; some are just for fun.

* Peanut Tank: distinctive style of fuel tank. The quintessential Sportster tank; also popular on Choppers and Bobbers.

* Peg/pegs: Short for footpegs.

* Period Correct: a motorcycle built to reflect customizations that were trendy when the bike was new.

* Petcock: fuel valve.

* Pillion: This is another name for the passenger on your motorcycle.

* Pillion Pad: a pad attached to a fender that acts as a passenger seat.

* Pin It: speedometer needle is as far as it will go.

* Pipes: exhaust system.

* Poker Run: run where participants stop at predetermined checkpoints to draw a playing card; after five checkpoints, the participant will have five cards. Whoever makes the best poker hand from his five cards wins.

* Poser: pretend biker.

* Powerband: a bike’s power output characteristics based upon its RPMs.

* Power Plant: engine.

* Power Train: everything that makes the bike move.

* Primary Drive/Primary: mechanical device that connects the engine to the transmission.

* Property Of: displayed on a shirt, patch or tattoo to show who the woman “belongs to.” Example: “Property of Turk” means that woman has associated herself with Turk and is “his”, yes this is a real thing , more over the “property” patch acts like a coat of arms if you will in public or open bike events to remind you that , this one is off limits.

* Prospect: A prospective club member.

* Pussy Pad: The seat on the back of the bike, usually where a biker’s ol’ lady rides.

* Rally: A big group ride, often organized around a location with camping/hotels and loops to local scenic rides. Rallies can be you and 10 buddies on an annual ride, or an event like the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally with thousands of riders. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but try attending at least one — or plan your own with friends. It’s a great way to be among others who love to ride as much as you hopefully do.

* Rat bike: A rat bike is any motorcycle in good to crappy condition that you don’t really care about. That said, some people care plenty about their rat bikes. But for the most part, rat bikes are machines for just gettin’ around, and if it gets crashed, tipped over, snowed on, or some drunk idiot pukes on it, oh well. Just hose it off, and it’s good to go. Be sure to own at least one rat bike in your riding career.

* Rear-sets: Where you put your feet while riding is important and ranges widely depending on what kind of bike you ride. Cruisers tend to place the feet forward (ostensibly for comfort and the right look) while your feet are up high and back on a sportbike. Other bikes put your feet somewhere in between those extremes. Many sportbike owners purchase customizable “rear sets,” which allow them to move the footpegs and bike controls around a bit depending on what kind of riding they’re doing (such as up high and back for a track day session, or lower and more comfortable for commuting). Rear sets can be works of art on their own and are typically easy to install.

* Rider: Anyone riding a motorcycle. You drive cars. You pilot airplanes. You ride motorcycles.

* Ring-ding: Slang for a two-stroke motorcycle, which used to be common but is now mostly resigned to vintage status after being legislated out of existence (they are quite good at polluting the air in their immediate vicinity). The term comes from the “ringing” sound the engine makes. Also known as buzz bombs, skeeter bikes, and fog machines. Ride behind one, and you’ll understand why.

* Road rash: What’s left after the stripping away of skin from unprotected parts of your body as you slide down the roadway during a crash. Wearing the correct gear prevents road rash, which is painful, takes forever to heal, leaves scars, and could give you a nasty infection. It also tells everyone you foolishly didn’t gear up for your ride.

* Rocker: A curved patch that is usually placed on the side or back of a cut. Usually designates the club’s name. Also a Group of Riders in Britain that reviled the “mods” rockers got their name from the top end rockers of their engines, the leather jacket and blue jean look was standard uniform and lots of hair grease.

* Rubbie: Pronounced “rub-ee,” not “ruby.” Not used as much as it used to be, “rubbie” is somewhat derogatory slang for Rich Urban Biker, or those riders who buy expensive Harleys and then ride them only to coffee shops, bars, or hardly at all.  Rubbies will sometimes even call themselves such, so it’s not like it’s a terrible thing to be called. At least they ride. Sometimes.

* Slicks: A special kind of tire with no tread pattern. Used in racing, slicks afford the maximum amount of contact and traction between a tire and the racetrack. They are not street legal and wear very quickly (usually only lasting for one race) and are no good in the rain.

* Sergeant-at-Arms: The member who handles club rules, patches, etc. Also sometimes weapons. (In some MCs, the SAA and Enforcer are interchangeable terms for the same role.

* Sis/Sister : A close friend, another biker

* Squid: This is a mocking term for sportbike riders who are long on talk and short on skill, and generally means “idiot rider.” Also, squids typically don’t wear safety gear when riding. The term comes from what happens when said idiot piles his sportbike into the back of a dump truck while showing off for the ladies, breaking every bone in his body (thus, a body like a boneless squid). This term is also used to describe Harley riders who wear shorts and no helmet at Sturgis, Daytona, Thunder Beach pretty much anywhere that will allow unskilled,inebriated, out of shape senior citizens , to cruise or “duck walk” a strip playing obnoxious oldies music on financed motorcycles that they trailered and that wear no gear . Also referred to as “glamour boys” and or “posers”, don’t worry if you actually ride your scoot with at least a helmet and jacket and get the “ear buds” concept , your not a squid.

* Stoppie: A reverse wheelie. While a wheelie stands the bike up on the back wheel, a stoppie stands it up on the front. Made possible by advances in braking technology, it is still enormously difficult to do a stoppie. Do it wrong, and you trash your bike and possibly injure yourself. Do it right, and you’re a god among men and women

* Sturgis: Short for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, but ostensibly, it’s the small South Dakota town that hosts one of the largest and most famous motorcycle rallies in the world. About 250,000 riders typically attend each year, so book those hotel rooms early (like, 10 years early) or prepare to camp. Sturgis is primarily a Harley/cruiser-dominated event, but all bikes and riders are welcomed. Bring earplugs. And money. And aspirin.

* Sportster/sporty: The “entry-level” Harley-Davidson (before the Street line appeared). Sportsters began production in 1957 as a lighter-weight speed machine and have been in HD’s lineup since. While they are smaller than the full-size (or “big-inch”) Harleys, they aren’t exactly small, with the smallest Sportster model coming in at 883cc. There is also a 1200cc version and 883cc bikes can be up-converted to 1200cc pretty easily. Sportsters have traditionally been the most affordable Harleys to buy and a favorite of women riders, although, if you’re a guy, have no shame in getting a Sportster. They are (relatively) light, lean, and fast for a Harley and are great for cruising in the city while also having some long-distance capability.

* Standard: A “regular” motorcycle that isn’t specialized for one type of riding. Until the 1980s, most all street bikes could be described as “standards.” Now, they are quite rare, but they are making a comeback.

* Sweeper: A long, broad, constant turn. There are many kinds of turns out on the road or at the track, but a sweeper lets riders maintain high speed and push their cornering skills to the limit. Ask any performance rider, and they’ll likely tell you a sweeper is the sweetest kind of corner.

* The ton: These days, even the smallest of sportbikes can easily top 100 miles an hour. But way back when, owning a bike that could go that fast — known then as “doing the ton” — meant you had something pretty special. It might blow itself to bits if you went that fast for long (or at least some parts might fall off), but being able to hit triple digits when most bikes could barely do 80 was an accomplishment.

* Tiddler: A term meaning “small bike” or “beginner bike.” Typically, street bikes under 250cc qualify as tiddlers.

* Track day: Track days are organized riding events at actual race tracks. No matter what you ride, consider getting your bike out on a race track. While track days are dominated by riders on amped-up sportbikes, track days are great for learning the limits of your bike — any bike — and improving your riding skills. Instructors will help diagnose your riding problems and give you tips to improve your experience. Track day skills translate directly to improved street riding, and there’s nowhere else you can safely push the limits to the maximum without fear of cops, dumb-ass car drivers, obstructions, and speed limits. Well worth the time and investment and quite possibly the most fun you can have while clothed. Check with your closest track or a local riding club to see where track days are taking place near you – and then go attend one, no matter what you ride.

* Trike: A motorcycle with one wheel in front and two in the back, just like that trike you rode as a kid. Newer rigs with two wheels upfront and one in the back are typically referred to as auto cycles.

* Treasurer: The member who takes care of funds. Also organizes activities, fundraisers, and other club events.

* Torque: Engines/motors make power primarily in two distinct ways: horsepower and torque. Torque is the “twisting force” an engine is able to achieve as opposed to a measure of work, which is the horsepower figure. You can have a zillion horsepower, but if you have no torque, you’re not going to get going very quickly. Torque is also called “grunt” because it usually lives in the lower registers of an engine’s powerband and can be felt at low revs, especially in single and twin-cylinder engines. Sportbikes tend to have a lot more horsepower than torque to achieve high speeds; cruisers flip that equation for better acceleration (grunt) and “cruise-ability” at legal-ish speeds. Every engine is a mix of horsepower and torque, but a lot of riders will tell you that a bike can never have too much torque.

* Twisties: Slang for roads with a lot of curves.

* UJM: Motorcycle slang acronym for Universal Japanese Motorcycle. For a while there (mostly in the 1970s), if you took the badges off of a large selection of motorcycle models from Kawasaki, Honda, Suzuki, and Yamaha, they were so similar most people would have a tough time differentiating one model or brand from another. Common traits included steel frames, inline-4 engines, disc brakes, and so on. Those bikes became known as Universal Japanese Motorcycles because it seemed like any of the bikes could have come from any of the big four Japanese bike makers. Today, we call UJMs “standard” motorcycles. Beginning in the 1980s, motorcycles began to become specialized (sportbikes, touring bikes, cruisers, etc.), so today, a purely standard “new” UJM motorcycle is pretty rare, but there are a few out there.

* Vintage/classic: In general, an old motorcycle. What constitutes “vintage” varies from brand to brand and rider to rider (or collector to collector). The Vintage Japanese Motorcycle Club sets vintage as a bike 15 years or older, while for others, bikes made before World War II are true vintage bikes. In general, if it doesn’t have modern electronics, uses drum brakes, and fires on a points ignition system, it’s probably vintage. But it will depend on whom you ask.

* V-Twin: This engine configuration, which consists of a two-cylinder motor with the cylinders in a V format, is the predominant engine type found in cruiser motorcycles. In fact, it’s the only kind of engine Harley-Davidson makes. Almost every other motorcycle maker makes their own V-twin as well, but the Harley motor is the most iconic. V-twin engines can produce a lot of torque and are therefore ideal for cruising around as they can accelerate quickly at low revs. However, Ducati also makes a V-twin, but since the cylinders are split at exactly 90 degrees, they call their engine an “L-twin.” V-twins are also known for their robust, booming sound signature.

* Vice President: Second-in-command, usually coordinates Church and other events, and also takes over President roles in case that member can’t perform his duties.

* The Wave: Once you start riding, you’ll notice that other riders on motorcycles will wave or make a gesture (peace sign, thumbs up, etc.) of some sort as you pass by each other. Why? It’s called The Wave, and it’s just a friendly way to say you are a member of a select group of adventurers: a motorcycle rider. So wave back. This phenomenon is mostly restricted to North America (Brits use something much more subtle: “the nod”); in other parts of the world, riding motorcycles is as common (or more so) than driving cars, so they don’t tend to wave or they’d be doing it all the time.

* WFO: Acronym for Wide Fucking Open, or full throttle.

* Z-bars: A set of tallish, angled handlebars, usually found on a chopper or cruiser. You’ll know them when you see them.

Till next blah , Ride Safe Ride Sober 🤘😎

[rubbarband]

Other side of the TV: Heroes channel

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Closed Rp with @tres-fidelis

There was world where people were born of power, and that means sometimes they can get so powerful that they could lead the world to ruin.

Desmond collides with a villain, adore a biker/mechanic gear, riding a giant hermit crab like summon she laughs.

"Come on hero if you're gonna fight me at least make it interes-" She's cut off by Desmond smacking her giant creature and sending it almost topping over.

"Just give it up, I have places to be and things to." Desmond laid into her, rolling into a combo of punches and kicks, using his elastic powers to stretch and topple and toy with his opponent.

'Desmond reinforcements moving in.' Desmond's AI partner picked up on his visor, it glowing with each world.

"Tch rubber annoyance, he's too slippery Moonless.-" The villain looks to her left seeing more heroes come to Desmond's aid. "And he's got friends coming- Come on baby let's use that powerful quirk of ours to change the scenery a bit." Using her quirk: Law-abide her hermit crab covered her and itself in black fog!

There was a world born of power, and some quirks, some people grew too powerful, and thus their arrogance grew too. ...but that was just one world as the youth would learn.

"I mechanist, will travel to another realm for fun and games." She stood ontop of her massive creature, it's red eyes glowing in the almost pitch darkness.

"Hey stop!" Desmond leap at them before the world warped and stretched before then and- they were gone, hurling through a pillar or light into a new world.

. . .

[freedorentals]

Tips For Renting A Bike In Bangalore

The best kind of bike to choose depends on the rental agency you use; some offer scooters, motorbikes, and sports bikes. Select a bike based on your requirements and level of experience.

Before hiring bike in bangalore, make sure to carefully check it for any flaws or damage. Verify that the tires, brakes, and lights are all in good operating order. Before you leave for your journey, take pictures of the bike to prevent any misunderstandings later.

Know the terms of the rental agreement: Before signing the rental agreement for a bicycle, thoroughly read everything. Be familiar with the rental time, rental costs, and insurance provisions. Make sure a copy of the contract is with you at all times.

Wear safety gear: Always wear protective gear when riding a bike, such as a helmet and knee and elbow pads. This is crucial for your safety, particularly if you've never ridden a bike before.

Follow traffic laws: While riding a bike, abide by all traffic laws. Observe the speed limits and drive cautiously. Always maintain a safe distance from other on-the-road vehicles.

Locations in Bangalore to visit while renting a bike:

Nandi Hills: About 70 kilometers from Bangalore, Nandi Hills is a well-liked vacation spot for bikers. It's a fantastic location to bicycle to because of the beautiful roads and magnificent scenery.

Shivanasamudra Falls: If you want a beautiful ride, go to Shivanasamudra Falls, which is about 135 kilometers from Bangalore. Savandurga, The waterfall is a magnificent natural phenomenon with serene surroundings and breath-taking views. You should rent a bike or maybe a scooter in Bangalore if you want to visit this location.

Bheemeshwari: This is a great destination which is about 105 miles from Bangalore, is a fantastic location for fishing aficionados. There are many opportunities to appreciate the surrounding natural beauty throughout the beautiful drive to Bheemeshwari.

Savandurga: Around 50 kilometers from Bangalore Savandurga, is the place to go if you want to go on a hiking trip. Although difficult, the climb to the mountaintop is worthwhile because it offers breathtaking panoramas of the surroundings.

Lepakshi: Lepakshi, a medieval village noted for its historic temples and architectural marvels, located around 120 kilometers from Bangalore. The trip to Lepakshi is beautiful and provides many opportunity to learn about the history and culture of the region. It is advised to travel here on a bike that you can rent in Bangalore.

An excellent method to tour Bangalore and its surrounds is by renting a bike. You may guarantee a risk-free and fun bike excursion in the city by adhering to these suggestions and picking the proper destinations. You may benefit from the opportunity to explore the city and make priceless memories by taking advantage of the availability of two-wheeler rent in Bangalore.

[snarkyscribe21]

!Spoilers ahead for Hatoful Boyfriend! Also, mentions of sensitive topics such as suicide!

Been playing a lot of Genshin and Hatoful Boyfriend recently and I caught myself wondering "Hmm, I wonder which Genshin characters would be which birbs."

So I gave it some thought and came up with a bit of a list:

Dottore is obviously Shuu

They both perform unethical experiments

Dottore would totally keep your severed head in a jar. He just gives off those vibes, ya know?

Probably more than a bit crazy

I can't think of anything else but I'm sure there's more

I thought of more

That one scene when Shuu sends over a Christmas 'turkey'

Razor is Anghel

Because I want him to be

I keep thinking of him bursting through a window accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, spouting off nonsense and leaving

Energetic

Would Xingqiu be Nageki?

Bookworm

???

He might actually be Anghel??

Not Sakuya though. Not stuck up enough for Sakuya

Would that make Scaramouche Nanaki?

Dead friend

Probably capable of identity theft

I could imagine him 'befriending' someone and then coercing said someone into a suicide pact, not actually following through on his end and stealing their identity

Capable of holding a grudge

Not narcoleptic though

Crazy? Yeah, probably

Maybe Kazuha would fit better as Nanaki actually

Or Zhongli

Itto as Okosan?

Best route in the whole game

True pudding

He'd probably be a fun god

Heizou is Yuuya

Flirty

Detective

Smooth jazz

Oh, wait..... No nononononononono

R. I. P. Heizou, you will be missed

Chongyun is Ryouta

Has a special condition

I love him as a character, so he must suffer

It is the law

Beidou is Azami

"Carve it into your soul, kid!"

Badass

Would totally join a law abiding biker gang

I can't think of anyone for Sakuya

???

Aether or Lumine could be Hiyoko

Protagonists

Would probably work well in Hiyoko's place

Can't think of anything else lol

This was way more than I intended to write.

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Off the wires: The leader of the Massachusetts Pagans motorcycle club was among 49 people arrested this week following a year-long investigation- Five bikers have been arrested after they allegedly associated together in public at Adelaide Airport.

Off the wires: The leader of the Massachusetts Pagans motorcycle club was among 49 people arrested this week following a year-long investigation- Five bikers have been arrested after they allegedly associated together in public at Adelaide Airport.

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Source- Masslive.com

By Melissa Hanson- mhanson@masslive.com

The leader of the Massachusetts Pagans motorcycle gang was among 49 people arrested this week following a year-long investigation…