I pull up to the hotel and see a big dude with lots of tats by a motorcycle. As he gets in I notice the jacket and the tats -- he is a members of the Outlaws motorcycle club. (This is a first for me in about 15 years of being in transportation) We talked about the virus, where he was from, and that kind of stuff. Took the dude to the local Clubhouse.
They definitely don't deserve the negative reputation at all based on how this guy was. This guy was one of my better riders today! A very chilled out kind of dude but someone you probably wouldn't want to start a fight with....
20 years ago I had a couple of friends in the local HA chapter here in YYC. One of them was in the army with me at the same time. They do their thing, and I did mine. Great guys without issues when I drank with them at their local hangout. Their code of conduct is better than that of our elected officials.
One time I was drinking with Roger (the Sgt at Arms) and some of the crew in the stripper bar section of the old King Edward Hotel here in Calgary during the Saturday afternoon blues jam. The bar is packed, 300+ people, and the place is rocking. Everyone is having a great time.
There is this one guy in the front section though, who cannot keep his mouth shut, he's talking to his friends about what wimps bikers are, etc, simply trash talking them because they are in another part of the bar, and he thinks they can't hear him, or know what is going on, so he gets to look tough to his buds by doing do. Dave the bar manager goes over and tries to shut the guy up, but he won't stop, and frankly it's annoying, because there is no friction anywhere, and the guys in the back are basically ignoring the dude as well.
Eventually it got to be too much, so Roger, who is about 6' 6" and 275 pounds, grabs two of the HA "strikers" and they march into the front of the bar where each of the strikers grabs one of the loud mouths arms, lift him out of his chair, and they carry him over to the side door where they hold him up against the door frame and Roger walks up and punches the dude square in the face, sending him flying onto his back on the sidewalk. Dude was out ****ing cold. Bar stood up in a rackous round of applause, and the band played on. The two guys at his table where the empty chair was remaining were as white as a sheet.