Friday night Sporty porn...

 

 

 

And now a philosophy lesson from Cowboy BFMC 21

There are three basic types of clubs. The 1-piece patch clubs are primarily corporate sponsored, clubs like H.O.G. Chapters. The requirements for these types of clubs are simple, you buy a bike, you buy a patch, you pay your dues, and you go on rides. The 2-piece clubs are of a little different breed of biker, stuck somewhere in a foggy limbo between the 1-piece and the 3-piece clubs. The 2-piece clubs usually consist of people of the same occupations or church groups, things like that. With the incorporation of fines and stricter club by-laws the 2-piece clubs are a little more “old school” than the 1-piece. As far as law enforcement is concerned, the 3-piece patch signifies an “OUTLAW BIKER”. It’s important to understand that the people who wear these patches live in a totally different world from that of all the other types of clubs.
The 3-piece is the most demanding, time consuming, expensive and dangerous of all. Like other more well known clubs, the Boozefighters have never considered ourselves outlaw bikers or gang members but, no matter how we look at ourselves, we are still under the same strict guidelines and must survive in an outlaw subculture where respect and protocol is everything! One wrong word, one wrong move or even the wrong look at the wrong time can literally and instantly cost you your life, and possibly the lives of fellow club members…AND THAT’S NO BULLSHIT!!!!! …
. A clubs colors are, a reflection of who they are.
Unlike the members of other types of clubs we must realize that our clubs patch is far more than just an article of clothing it’s sacred. Our clubs patch is far more than a statement it’s our flag. A statement and a flag that all club members must be willing to defended to the death, that’s why we wear it.
Any group or club can come up with a clever, cute or ominous sounding name and get some cloth sewn into the idea. But what they don’t realize is, a seamstress can’t create what they’re trying to achieve, only a long history of respect, dedication to each other and years of riding within a brotherhood like the Boozefighters can any club achieve that.
The 3 piece patches of the old, long established clubs, clubs with legacy and history, like the Boozefighters, command a well-earned respect from most clubs. Unfortunately there are other clubs that consider the same notoriety we enjoy as target to make a name for themselves. These are usually smaller clubs with little notoriety of their own that feel they need to somehow generate respect from the biker community by standing up to the older, more respected clubs…
Recognition and seniority in this life style, not only carry great weight, but a huge also responsibility, a responsibility that anyone who wears colors must never lose site of. Your life, as you know it, changes completely and forever once you put on the patch of a motorcycle club like ours but of course that’s why the 3-piece patch has always been an outward sign of a man’s true inner spirit. An inner spirit that only gets richer and stronger with time compelling its members, without hesitation, to be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for each other and their patch. Be careful what you wish for!!!!!

I had plans for this....

But they were squashed when I found out the neck had no numbers on it anymore. I couldn't register it since the rules are strictly enforced in Korea with no room for fudging and I had dreams of making this a totally raw, loud, white lining machine. Oh well, such is life.

 

 

The coolest bike in all of Brittain

Nutrocker Pete's Ironhead.

 

Tusken Raider or Korean biker? You decide.

 

 

French Kiss Awesomeness!

Bobby at French Kiss Kustoms does outstanding work! I can't wait to get these back and rule all of Korea with my chopper powers, used for good of course.

 

 

 

 

Hollister In Anjeong-Ri

 

My brother Scott.

What's right in the world....

 

More, more...

 

I still like rocking the long bikes.

 

 

I think some pipes like this are in my future.

 

More Yokohama, again...

 

Chopper Dave making women and small kids flinch with the exhaust blat from the X-Wedge, what a ruler.

 

Of course the best shit of the show was out in the parking lot.

 

Bad ass.

 

I love the air cleaner on this.

Bow to the awesomeness of my Hyosung...

Rattle trap one lunger of annoyingness. I sound like I'm hauling ass at 130 mph but I'm only doing 50 at top speed screaming down the road. It was a gift from some friends in Red Horse here at Osan AB who had some free time on their hands and had to get rid of it. So they gave it to me in hopes of finding a good home for it.

 

 

 

 

Another chapter in my life is over...

Well, it's been a great run with the Freedom Riders, born from the ashes of the Barons MC. It was an honor to help build and serve as an officer in various posts but I felt it was time to close that chapter in my life. Gracefully trying to bow out of a one piece patch local club to a three piece international club. It was a long hard decision for me, lots of sleepless nights, frustration and yes even tears shed but I've decided to prospect for the Boozefighters MC. I know I broke a brothers heart when I told him I was planning on leaving and I let down other brothers in the Rough Riders who've been trying to recruit me.

I've stayed loyal to a fault for many years in the club with my brothers even though I've been worked on by a few different 2 and 3 piece clubs here in korea and abroad wanting to make a foot hold in this country. For those of you, I'm truely sorry. To my brothers in the Freedom Riders, thank you.

Pohang bound...

Went for a long ride this weekend with my buds and had some other brithers and friends from Kunsan ride out to meet us. We had a great time! Next to the hotel was a Family mart and the beach. We sat out there all hours of the night swilling beer like vagrant wino's right in front of the store. What a classy joint.

 

Nice twisties. That's one of the things I love about this country.

 

Freedom Riders and Rough Riders...

 

El Guapo el pissingo

 

The hand outside of Pohang... have no clue as to why it's there or what it signafies.

Riding with the Origional Wild Ones.

Since we didn't head to Daecheon beach because of the rain on Saturday (I hate leaving in the rain) I sat around in the house in my underwear scratching my you know what. Well,today Randy gives me a call that they're just going on a short putt around the lake for a couple of hours so yeah, I'm there.

 

On Yong-in mountain

 

Prospect Randy with his daughter who rode on my bike.

 

Big Daddy

 

made a coffee stop at the Chinook Cafe.

Bison Choppers extended version

 

The Kill Machine. Chopped Softail.

 

 

Song-bong, Mr Ahn putting a wheel togeather while a customer hangs around.

 

Another custom Softail.