RAPTORS MC

The aftermath of parties could take anywhere from 1 to a couple of days. Many of the members would sleep long through the day with no regards for whatever job they held at the time. They didn’t have phone numbers or addresses so really what would their boss do. However when they would wake up most change found on carpets, in their vests and any stolen money would be tossed onto a coffee table and one member would get his act together before riding down to the local service station to find whatever was cheap, old and tasty to bring back for breakfast. It was just the way the club did things.

RAPTORS MC

The club house was just out of town, a one story villa with a wide veranda. The location was great for the club as it allowed the boys to make as much noise as they wanted but still were close enough to ride into town within minutes. Yeah it was Friday night and that meant party time, from 6 onwards all types of bike rolled up onto the front lawn all making their presence felt with loud revs, burnouts and screaming. Long into the night there were locals mixing with outlaws, beers spilt and RAPTORS MC painted everywhere.
As expected john q law made his appearance and it was up to Johnny knuckles to deal with it. As they approached the house Johnny would spit and toss his bottle on the ground before pointing the cops back to town as they were not doing anything wrong. But truth be told, if they were what

would the cops do?

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Mark was the only nomad member of the so cal chapter. He was an average sized guy who loved bikes, booze and booty. But more importantly he was searching for something, no one ever really asked him what it was or why he was always on the road but he had been around since the clubs birth. Members had assumed that he had a mental illness and that was his reason for being ‘weird’ which was quite a statement from the outlaws. Mark had a reputation for bar fighting across the country and was nothing short of hard core.
Without the club Mark would be lost, they were his family and to him no one was allowed to talk bad about the Raptors in front of him or they would suffer the consequences. A few years back some hippies were of their head talking smack about the club so Mark spray painted the club colours on their backs and tied them to street posts on the main street. It was that time of year and Mark was heading home, back to the club house, it was soon to be party time.

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Yelling and drunken rages were often the case that annoyed the local residents surrounding Turtles house. Turtle was the sgt at arms for the Raptors mc, a big guy he wasn’t scared of anything, in fact his house didn’t even have doors. There was always a bike or two parked on the front lawn of Turtles house usually next to his weight set that he kept out the front of his pad. It was getting close to 10 oclock and Turtle figured he better get himself out of bed and off to work. A big guy he was 120kg covered in tattoos, bearded and was named turtle because his colours were his shell, THEY NEVER CAME OFF
His chariot was a kick started shovel head and by the third kick he was warming his bike up loud enough to inform the neighbourhood of his presence. He then sat on his saddle where he took the last breath of breakfast before flicking his ciggerette to the ground. Kicked into first gear and he took off from his lawn onto the pavement and down the road like an angry horse. A true hard core member of the Raptors Turtle was known by everyone in town.

RAPTORS M.C

I love to write and im gonna start a small short story series of a fake mc which will allow me to write, something like those old stories in the chopper zines

stay tuned