the north dallas chapter of the not-so-hells angels

since i got the bike, i've scoured the internet for resources on sabres and one of the first links was a site complete with a massive bulletin board called the sabre group.  it's a couple thousand people all over the united states and other parts of the world who own sabres like myself who gather to use each other as a resource for issues, purchases, chats, etc.  so, for the last month, i've spent countless hours on the bulletin boards chatting and asking questions and today i found out that the dallas chapter gets together and meets on a weekly basis. 

tonight, we all met (10 of us total tonight) over at scoots.  this was a truly great experience, because i discovered that although i may have been the youngest guy there, all the others were normal guys like myself.  so we chatted for an hour or two, while scoots world famous bikini night was going on and then we all jumped on our scooters and headed over to garland for a weekly gathering.  so tonight, i was part of a biker gang.  sounds funny coming out of my mouth, but the 10 of us heading over to garland was a sight to see.  you could hear us coming for miles (it's unfortunate, but your's truly was the quiet guy in the group - no custom pipes, yet) and to watch people stop and look was something i never thought i'd be a part of and it was really exciting.

so we get to the corner of garland and beltline and there's got to be between 200 and 300 bikes in the parking lot.  some of the most beautiful pieces of artwork you've ever seen.  i can't tell you how wet my panties were.  shitload of hogs, couple of custom choppers, some beautiful fatboys and about 30 sabres all varying in custom job.  they sell some tickets, raffle off a couple of coupons and t-shirts, give the waitstaff of the little restaraunt an extra big tip for putting up with us huge bunch of bozos and everyone wanders and gawks.  it's interesting to be instantly accepted into a family of people i've never met, but i was part of it and i'm still giddy.  this was also my first night ride and i'm kicking myself for not going out sooner because it's very liberating for some reason.  it's cooler, no sun glare and you are in a different frame of mind.

and sadly, unless you've experienced this, this entire post will mean nothing to anyone reading it.  eric, it's a real shame you're giving up the temptation of a scooter cause it beats sitting in a pond watching old men throw up.

and you cagers beware, cause there's a new guy on the road.  and his name is lilblackgirl...