back around 1993 i was living the life...the biker life...I lived with an ex patch holder, and he and i had grown up together, and we were both living our lives, the way most men do who are estranged from their spouces. Weekends were usually spent with our respective kids which was great, right up until sunday night when the kids went back to mom. Then world war 17 broke out...
Rides were simple and too the point, no extravegant planning took place just jump on fire it up and go till you felt like stopping. Grab a bite and if you were lucky something else, then head back once you were done. Must have looked strange though Mr ruff as guts and Mr straight...he covered in tatts and me bare.... but the combination worked and it worked well. My mate and I had grown up in the same small town...and just parted ways. He took the road and I took to the sea...finally landing back on the land some 15 years later...buying a newer bike and starting over. I had one of the best mentors living right alongside me..if it was HD he knew it all. Within a few months I had a shiny new to me HD sitting alongside his is the shed. Thats when the trouble started.
First there was the breakin...so what, you rent you live a life and you eventually get robbed. Nothing new to me i been the victim before. Thats why i pay through the nose for home insurance. Seems that the more claims you make the more of a suspect you become in the eyes of the insurance investigators. It gets to the point where you need receipts for a box of tissues...still you pay for what you need and try and be happy about it.
I found the problem really began with living with an ex member, was as far as the insurance people thought, we ripped ourselves off and were trying on a scam. So they slowed the claim down...weeks went by and every lame ass excuse was given up as a genuine reason for the slow process. Besides being told by me on numerous occasions, "yeah well that's not what you advertise" Anything I said, fell upon deaf ears..Finally my mate had had enough. He went on a rampage...just hearing about it secondhand scared me...
3 nights later...around 10pm, I heard a knock at the door...at first I thought it was the wind banging a shutter..then it sounded again a rythmic knocking...opening the front door I looked eye to eye with a man. Bearded..and dark around the eyes..nothing unsual you might think...only I was standing inside the house...he was standing on the path out front...and there are 3 steps leading up to get in...So eye to eye was impressive...Yes? I said...You must be Jonesy....said the man in a pleasant sort of voice...I'm here to see Noodle....Really....Hey Noodle..someones here for ya...I yelled back inside....Tell him to get lost...came the reply....The big man just grinned...Can I come inside he said...I looked at him...he looked pleasant enough...Man I don't think you are gunna fit through the door...how about coming round the back way....Nah....he pushed me aside and stepped into the house...I stepped back...and titled my head up...he was about 7 feet tall. I didn't know what to do....I just stood there....It was then i noticed 2 HD's parked in the yard. Then a nuggety man about 5 feet 8 jumped through the door....Hi he said , where here for Noodle...My voice came back...Noodle run....I yelled and the 2 men burst out laughing.....Noodle was standing in the hallway...he started to laugh....the 3 of them stood there smiling at me....then Noodle said....Jonesy....this is the President and the Sgt at Arms of my old club....What a relief....we partied till 3am... or so....and the next day all our stuff miraculously turned up....Even the insurance guys treated me better after that... go figure.
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