Sheepdogs, not wolves.

This might surprise some but the reality of Motorcycle Clubs is (in the main) quite different than how TV and Hollywood portray them.

Hellbent bikers provide security to Camp Fire evacuees at Chico church

Between five to 12 men from the various clubs are on patrol at all times. When they heard complaints about cars being broken into, the men adjusted their patrols to include the parking lot and the dirt lot next door. They found used needles next to an area where children were playing and “gently escorted” those people out, Dunbar said.

“We saw a need and came and filled it,” Dunbar said simply. “Bike clubs are often involved in things like this but they’re not the type of guys to go and blow their own horn.”

..

Later, as he sat down for a quick lunch between shifts, a young evacuee came bouncing up to give him a hug. His face lit up with a smile. She chatted with him for a moment and bounced away again. “When you watch a kid dig through a pile of stuffed toys just so they have something to snuggle with … if that doesn’t bring tears to your eyes, you are not a member of the human race,” Dunbar said.

..

For Strausberg, it’s simply a matter of putting the club’s skills where it’s needed most. They’re well aware of their reputation and the way they look to the world, but as he puts it, “We’re like the wolves protecting the lambs. Sometimes it takes a wolf to protect people from the other wolves out there.”

From Dave Grossmans essay “On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs”.

“Then there are sheepdogs,” he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.”

Advertisements

About On the North River

Forty years toiled in the Tel-com industry, married for 36 years widowed at sixty-one. New girlfriend at sixty-five. Tea Party supporter. Today a follower of the God-Emperor Donald. Do like to kayak, cook, take photos, bike, watch old movies and read.
This entry was posted in All the News not fit to print. and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply but please keep it polite.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s