I guess the best way to tell this story is from the beginning. It all started when we bought our Harley. The wife and I got into the leathers and chrome just like everyone else. Our friends had bikes and we weren’t strangers to riding, just strangers to riding Harleys again. It had been many years since we had one and had just forgot what it was like to own and ride one.
It was a very hot July morning when we packed up our bike and started out to rendezvous with our friends at the Truck Stop east of town. We were headed for a rally about 110 miles east of there. Well everyone met up and we had breakfast. The girls all were wearing jeans and t-shirts with their leather vests, along with summer chaps. One of the girls, Bonnie, was wearing just jeans and her vest, nothing under it. Now Bonnie is very pretty with long Brown hair and blue eyes, with legs that go all the way to heaven. She convinced all the other girls to go into the bathroom and do the same. Well Brenda, my wife, didn’t want to but everyone else was so she did to.
Now all the girls were wearing the uniform of the day. None of us guys minded at all. Matter of fact we really liked it. Now Brenda is rather chesty. At 5’3” tall she weighs 118 lbs and has 38C’s. She also has brown hair and very bright blue eyes. Damn she looked good. We all loaded up and headed out for Eufaula, the lake where the rally was being held. We rode in two’s and were getting along pretty good when my buddy beside me motioned back. I looked back and here came about 100 bikes of all types in the left lane. They were really moving on and was wearing colors, vests or jackets with club name and logo on the back. Some had lady’s with them some were alone, but all were black. And what lady’s were with them were white, all of them. Some of the single riders really eyeballed our lady’s but stayed in line.
Well about an hour and a half we arrived at the rally spot, there were hundreds of bikers and bikes there. Many we knew and many we didn’t. But the group that passed us was next to us as we unloaded. Many cat calls and hellos were exchanged, some wanted some not. The leader of the group came over and introduced himself as Lazer. He was a fairly big man, 6’6” maybe and 230-240 lbs. He wasn’t bad looking and had a great since of humor, and always had something to add to the conversation.
About 2 hours later a van came in and parked next to Lazer’s group. They unloaded all kinds of booze and food. Lazer invited our group to join them, we offered money but he kindly turned us down saying it was for all his friends. Around 6pm we decided we had better set up camp or we wouldn’t be able to later. Some of Lazer’s group helped and we had it done in no time. The serious drinking and partying was about to begin. Brenda was really getting attention, as well as the rest of our group’s lady’s, and some of the guys packed up and said they were heading back. With this we decided we were going to stay. Paul, a friend of our group, suggested that we all move or go back. I asked why and was put aback by his reply that the Hunters, Lazer’s club name, was just that hunter. It escaped me what he meant, and told him we were staying.
