Taking on biker clubs usually doesn’t end well for the opposing party since they fight back unlike moms driving their kids through downtown Portland or Christian parents holding a concern in a park, something those Antifa who showed up learned quickly.
Yes, it appears some of the commies have decided they want war with biker groups in the state. That will be entertaining.
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This could get very interesting. But keep in mind that the feds may plant some of their goons inside antifa to push things the other way to make an example of the bikers.
Thanks for the link to Motorius. Nice to find an auto blog that's not left wing BS. His comments on SCOTUS kneecapping the EPA and unelected bureaucrats are dead-on!
Salem and Portland have active Mongols chapters and there are several nearby Brother Speed chapters, stuff could get real in a?hurry.
These biker clubs aren't all bad. About 45 years ago,I was a young teen living in Colorado. I was around 16 years old, just old enough to have a learner's permit to drive. I and a friend went camping up in Roosevelt National Forest. This was back when young boys could still run up in the hills with fishing poles, rifles, and a cooler full of food and disappear for a week without their parents going to jail. We figured we could only get into so much trouble if we got pulled over, and just had a learner's permit. Things were different then.
We took a couple of small Honda 50cc bikes up and went exploring along the Wyoming border. Night came and we realized we were lost -- we went over a ridge and saw the lights of Laramie on the horizon. We turned around and started trying to find the road back to our camp, but were completely disoriented in the dark. These were washboarded dirt roads, and after about 30 mins, my bike went dead -- some electrical thing got shaken loose. So, I jumped on the back of my friend's bike and we kept looking for something we recognized in the dark.
After about another hour, we saw a campfire in the distance. As we got closer, we heard music and laughter. We figured that someone there *must* be able to help us (this was before cellphones, and we had no way to contact anybody). We pulled into the camp, and saw a bunch of Harleys and about 30 people in leather vests around a campfire. As soon as they saw two kids on this tiny 50cc Honda, the camp became silent. Then they all started laughing.
I don't remember what club it was, but they were as nice as they could be to us, even though they looked like a pretty rough bunch. There were a couple of people there with a pickup. They threw our working bike into the bed and took us back to where we cached the broken bike. We told them where we had set up our camp, and they found it. They even gave us some food since our cooler was empty. It was the first time I ever drank beer. And all at about 3 in the morning.
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