day 9

And that Theresa turned out to be the friendliest person ever and welcomed me to the group showing my how to fill out the application. That first meeting i just stood in the doorway and observed. The room was abosoutely packed with men and women wearing leather, mostly vests with all the patches from various runs and making personal statements.Lots of DILIGAF's and what really caught my eye on the more well worn vests were the "in memoreom for" patches. The more of them signaled the longer the wearer had been in the club, i figured. Everyone hugged and laughed outloud, like they had been the best of budds for ever. It turned out they were getting ready for officer elections and the shop owner had just gotten back from the HOG State Rally, with a frown from Mother Hog. "Mother Hog"?? what da fuck? I was about to learn more of the real "family" of Harley.