I WANT RIDE WITH YOU. I LIVE IN GROUP HOME IN GIBRALTAR AND HAVE BICYCLE. IS
THAT FAST ENOUGH FOR YOUR BIKER CLUB? HELLS SATANS.

This club blows. Members talk about riding but never ride. All the leaders do is
try to sell shirts and hats  at a high markup and  drink Miller beer. Unless you are
a douche clown join a real club like Ann Arbor.

The club leader got me pregnant and refuses to pay child support. Not to mention
the check he paid me with bounced.

This isn't even a real club. The "owner" (real nice one here,
let's claim superiority right off the bat) does very little except get wasted and try
to sell you a bike. This isn't a riding club, it's a front for an
unlicensed dealership and repair shop.

I was up at Vito's in Lincoln Park, MI where this club meets on Tuesdays.
Some gray haired guy who needed a shave wearing one of the yellow club shirts along
with his friend, a shorter, fatter, younger guy with a short haircut, bad grammar,
and a goatee kept saying how "tasty" I was and how they would like to
violate me from both ends. Very sick group of people. I have been angry for quite awhile
since then, and thought I would google the club name and see what comes up. Very scary
people, bloodshot eyes, jumpy movements, and crude demeanor. Avoid, especially ladies,
these men are only looking for one thing.