OUR COLOURS DON'T RUN

They came in packs, riding two, sometimes three abreast, their motorcycles roaring loudly enough to rattle all the home's windows. People who worked in the nearby stores and businesses rushed outside to get a better look. One man, standing in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant, called a friend on his cell phone and shouted, "There must be a hundred of them!" A woman driving a Ford Taurus swerved to the shoulder of the road and slammed on her brakes as a group of them raced past her, missing her car by inches. They kept coming and coming, their wind-burned faces grim and purposeful. They were dressed in steel-toed boots, jeans, and their "colors": denim or black leather vests covered with a variety of red-and-gold patches that carried such slogans as "Loyalty is our honor," "Our colors don't run," and "Expect no mercy." On the back of every vest was a large patch of a bellicose Mexican bandit brandishing a pistol and a machete.

We are a motorcycle club that is exclusive to Harley Davidson riders.
Our chapter is located in Ulm.

This is not a family club or a social riding club, We are men who ride and take our colors seriously, And we have a strong brotherhood. We stand up and take care of business when need be, but that is not all we are about. This club is our family and our life. We spend most of our time doing club functions and travelling around the world visiting other brothers & clubs.
We may be considered by some a bunch of outlaw trouble or just plain trash.
This is generally an opinion made by people who do not get to know us or have never interacted with us.

We are the first to admit we are not your social weekend yuppies –
Never have been and never will be either.

We are the people our parents warned us about.

1912

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