59 Hooligans...What it's all about

There hasn't been any real discussion lately on who we are and what direction we are headed. So for any noobs out there that may have stumbled upon our modest little site...I say WELCOME. Stroll through the archives to see what we've been up to. Look hard enough and you'll find our manifesto.

Here it is in a nutshell: We are a small group of motorcycle RIDERS. "Riders" is a very important word in this equation. You see...we intend to get on our motorcycles and go places. See the country...ride the world. We are all experienced riders that enjoy pushing our bikes and our skills to the limits. We are safe...but like to have fun as well. If at all possible, we don't trailer our bikes...the pride is in the ride. We meet up on Wednesdays and Sundays to enjoy a ride and a pint...or many pints. We try to organize longer rides and/or events as time allows.

We are comfortable as a very small...tight knit group. We aren't looking for huge numbers of people with matching tshirts...we're looking for comrades...people we can trust. If that means we have a small group...then so be it.

If this is something that sounds interesting to you...give us a hollar. We'd be glad to meet you and share a pint.

Ride safe.

Hollywood

mOnDAy... tHiS iS GoiNG tO sUCk...

The City of Hate... how appropriate. Well, I made it home... eventually. The bike tried to jump off the trailer TWICE. The front stop broke free from the shitty welds and became an interesting projectile on the I-45! I wish I wasn't watching the bike dance around on the trailer, because I would have loved to see the look on the asshole's face that had been screwing me out of a good open lane by admiring his own reflection in the shinny fuel tanks of a truck that was incapable of achieving the posted speed limit. This all transpired shortly after I got around him. Justice for him... nightmare for me. I pulled off to the side and gave him a Hooligan salute as he passed, a slight giggle ensued. I must have been given a pass for eating meat on Friday... your fault 'Wood... 'cause not 5 feet from where I stopped was the perfect 8 inch piece of 4x4 post I needed to rig up the trailer! Yeah, random. Anyway, my "rig" job worked for about 7 miles when I noticed that the bike was considerably closer to the truck than it was before. I thought... huh, that's not normal. I slowed once again to the side of the I-45. As soon as I rounded the bed of the truck, she lunged towards me as if expecting my warm embrace. What she got was a quick, "HOLY FUCK!!!" and a grab of the tether. If you've ever heard the story of a mother that lifted a car off of her injured child, then you can imagine what it looked like when I pulled the bike up from a horizontal position one handed. After I got all the parts of the equation to play along, again, I was on my way. It wasn't until 2 to 3 miles down the road that I realized just how much weight I pulled up with that one strap. Most of the time, my robust physique is less than impressive, but on occasion I surprise myself.

Anyway, all's well that ends well. I have a great time in a formally loathed city. So much, that it has moved up on my list of potential domiciles. My hat is off to the Wood'n Slip, a two man team capable of wrecking even the most cohesive of groups. Until we meet again... Slip, good luck with the delivery of life and 'Wood... good luck with the noise issues you have at the apartment. Maybe try some rugs or wall tapestries, they may help deaden the sound a bit.

Cheers.

MARCH MADNESS!!!

I pick my school, Radford University to go all the way.

Yep. Radford. National Champs.

Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright
Got my enemies crossed out in my sight
I take a bad situation gonna make it right
In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light
You see it's our style to keep it true
I've had a bad year, a lot to go through
I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue

She's not the one coming back for you
She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend

It takes disaster to learn a lesson
You're gonna make it through the darkest night
Some people betray one and cause treason
We're gonna make everything alright
Well the worst of times, now, they don't phase me
Even if I look and act really crazy
I went way down, she betrayed me
Now my vision is no longer hazy
I'm very lucky to have my crew
They stood by me when she flew
I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue

She's not the one coming back for you
She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again
If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend

Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real
A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wash away the pain
Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grain

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere
Hail, hail the gang's all here

When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there
Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face
You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long
The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere
Hail, hail the gang's all here

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton
You're no better or no worse than any mothers son
Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall
You recall the cheer, "The Gang's All Here" and shout!

Houston Burnout

Here's what went on down here! Good show for only being the second one.

Hooligans

Good morning my fellow Hooligans. MvR is just around the corner and we need to get together and get ourselves organized. Fishy is bringing up a few new peeps from Houston. They'll be crashing at mi casa. Slippy will hopefully be back in the big D. I'd like to see us representing...attending some of the events as a cohesive group. I'm busy this Wednesday...but am free tonight to discuss if we can get some people together. Otherwise next Wednesday might work.

Sound off Hooligans.