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I wanted to write a little history about myself and how I got to where I am now helping Children of abuse and neglect. I was born and raised in Alexandria Virginia and I have never regretted it. When I was about 10 years old the movie "The Wild Angels" with Peter Fonda and Nancy Sintra came out. It was a biker movie that me and my friends watched I know about 6 times in a row that summer day in 1969. After that movie we went home and started our own Bicycle club and we were known as the "Disciples of Pure Hell". There was about 15 of us riding around the neighborhood on our 20" bikes thinking we were the coolest guys around. One day as I was riding home and I cut threough the Apartmeents down from my house, there were two guys sittiing on the small brick pilars near the street. I knew who they were I had seen them before on the Harley's. They were members of the"Hell's Angels". As I rode past the one big guy yells at me," hey bro nice bike". I waved my hand as to say thnak you when the other one says something to me." Hey bro come here for a sec". I turned my bike around and rode to where they were. They introduced themselves to me. The one big guy says," My name is Big Jim and this is Curly". I was liKE," hiBig Jim and Curly, how are you guys today?" " Just chilling", Big Jim says. Curly is walking around my bike and states," nice bike bro but we can make it a kick ass bike for ya." I was like not knowing what to say and before I knew it, " Well I would have to ask my dad". They nodded and I rode home which was up the street. That afternoon when my dad pulled up from work Big Jim and Curly came up the street and talked to my dad. As they talked I saw Curly point to my bike and my dad nodded his head. When my dad came in he asked me if I wanted them to work on my bike. Before I could think I said," Yes I do." My dad told me they would pick it up the next morning and bring it back to me. The following dad I saw Big Jim's truck stop in front of the house. I ran out and Curly says from inside the truck, " your bike is done man." Big Jim uncovered the bike and I was like in total surprise and awe. They had taken my bike and raked out the front and it had a chopper front end on it. But my damn seat was missing, before I could ask. He said, my old lady is coming up the street now with it. She handed it to me and it was all wrapped up. She had taken my seat the old banana seat and made it so it ran all the up my tall sissy bar and it looked awesom. They bolted the seat on and Jim says," Take it for a spin bro." I jumped on and took off just cruising around the block, the bike rode nice but I had to get use to the front end. I knew then I was destined to become a biker. Many years later while in High School I had bought a Harley to ride to school. Most of the guys had Hondas and yahamas, all the girls were checking out the Harley. While in High Schol I started a bike Club and we named ourselves the Brotherhood. We came up with that name cause we had every ethnic group in our Club, so the name fit. We had our colors done by one of the members mom. Back in the day there was no machine to do the embroidery it was all done by hand. The rockers she made by hand and sewed the border and the letters. I had that Club after High School for about 4 yrs. There are only two of us Brotherhood members left. Some moved away and left the Club but some God Rest thier Souls are over on the Vietnam Memeorial. I got rid of my old Harley and I bought a 1985 Low Rider and I fixed it up and chopped it a bit but not much. I had that bike for about 10 yrs. Then one warm October day in 2005, as I was riding to meet some friends in Old Town thats when it happened. Some of that day I remember but some are gone and maybe its a good thing I can't remember. What I do remember is cleaning the bike and throwing on my leathers and heading down the GW Parkway. As I rolled around Mount Vernon, George Washington's home I gave the thumbs up cause I know if they had Harley's back then old George would have been a biker. Well as I rolled on down the parkway enjoying the nice October day I came up on a old Lincoln driving slow as hell. I flashed my lights and signaled the driver to move in the slow lane. Well of course they didn't acknowledge so I decided to drift back and then pass her on the right. As I throttled the bike and got up to pass she came over on me. I do remember me heading fore the grassy area, but after that my mind draws a blank. I remember waking up in the hospital and the dr telling me I was ok but my nose had been shattered like a jigsaw puzzle. He told me part of the cartlidge was sticking out through the skin and my jaw had been broken from ear to ear. I was wired shut for about 10 weeks. I had also injured my lower back. They say I chipped two of the vertabres from the spin and injured my right shoulder. Thats was 2 years ago and I am still not cleareed to ride. But I will be back in the saddle again but maybe this time on a custom trike. While recovering I read about a organization in Texas called The Guardians of the Children. They were a biker organization to help educate the public about child abuse and to help any child if they were called to do so. I contacted the GOC and told them my story and I was intersted in starting a Chapter here in Va. We are not a motorcycle chapter but we were allowed to let anyone in no matter what they rode or drove as long as they wanted to help children. We are the only Chapter not to be a sole motorcycle Chapter. I am the President of the Guardians of the Children Northern Virginia Chapter. We are here to help any child of abuse or neglect when we are called to do so. If and when we are called we will set up a ride to meet the child and through a ceremony bring that child into the family of the GOC. We will present the child with a Certificate of Recognition that says they are protected by the Guardians of the Children. We will be their physical and emotional support and attend any and all court apperances to empower them to testify against their abuser. I will be doing this for a very long time cause I feel there has to be a force out there to say to all predators of children there will be No More Child Abuse as long as we are here. This is a short history of how I became a biker and I will die a biker no matter what. Its in my blood, my soul and in every fiber of my body. I am American by Birth but Biker by Choice.....
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