The Bikers Code - Ulysses SA East London 2015 February... · Grow old Disgracefully Page 1 The Bikers Code It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of

Grow old Disgracefully Page 1

The Bikers Code It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behaviour that transcended words and was built on respect and actions. There was never a bible written on this code and there was no need for such. But the times are a- changing and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there.

These days the riders you see blasting down the road are just as likely to be clad in shorts and takkies as jeans and boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or Lawyer and may be wearing a Rolex watch under their leathers. There’s nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did.

Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old bike and using only grit and ingenuity turning it into a one of-a-kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the road on a bike you built yourself out of pride.

Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew motorists would just as soon run them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating. We were a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no family (they threw us out). We had to make it in a world of our own, against all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds.

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We survived and prospered because of the bikers Code and we never took disrespect from anybody. As an old bro once said: “It’s every tramps job to school the young. How else are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?” With that in mind the following is “The Basic Bikers Code.”

Take heed, brothers and sisters, for our code is a hallowed one filled with respect, honour and loyalty, the likes of which have not been since the days of knighthood:

Don’t take any disrespect. Be kind to woman, children and animals, but don’t take any disrespect. This is an essential part of being a biker. It has to do with respect and honour. Anyone can be a quick-tempered fool. Be cool, stand tall and backup what you say with action. Never lie, cheat or steal. Another way of saying this is to always tell the truth. Bikers know that their word is their bond. Your word is all you have in life that is truly yours. Guard it carefully and be something noble for you are a true knight of the road. Don’t snitch. If you see a wrong, fight it yourself, if you are about anything you’ll take care of problems yourself and never feel the need to snitch someone off. Snitches are the lowest life forms on earth, right up there with biker thieves. Don’t whine. Absolutely no one likes or respects a whiner. Another way to say this is “hold your mud” Still another way to think of it is, “Don’t sweat the small stuff” . . . . Remember most of life’s little inconveniences work themselves out whether you whine or not. Keep your chin up, dammit!

You’re a biker, not some lowly snail. Never say die and never give up. Whether it’s in a fight, a debate, or a curve too tight, no matter how bad it gets, a biker never gives up.


Help others. When a brother or sister is broken down by the side of the road, always stop and help them. Even moral support, if that is all you can give, is better than riding on by. Remember life is all about the journey, the ride, not getting there. You already are there. And don’t just help bikers; show the world that we are better than our image portrays us.

Courtesy costs you nothing but it brings respect to the biker nation. Stick to your guns. Do what you say you’ll do, be there when you say you will. This is called integrity. This also goes back to standing for something. Like the song says, “You’ve got to stand for something or you’ll fall for anything”.

Life is not a drill. Yeah, this ain’t no dress rehearsal. This is life so go out and take big bites of it. You’ve got no time to lose and bikers don’t stand around waiting for the party to come to them. You only go around once. Tomorrow you could be road kill, thanks to a texter asleep at the wheel of their vehicle. Live life now, make the most of each moment. All right, now let’s review. You are a biker, a modern-day knight of the road. Protect the weak, walk tall and stand proud. Your word is your bond. Stick to your guns. Don’t take any disrespect. Life is not a drill.

Now go forth and ride. When in doubt, ride. That’s what bikers do. . . . ride. If you want to ride around in a Day-Glo Hawaiian shirt, go for it, but if intend to look like an idiot, at least don’t act like one. These commandments are just a few broad strokes, there is a lot more to being a biker than buying a bike. If you just buy a bike, you are a motorcyclist. Being a biker is a way of life, a proud way of life that we hold in high regard with a burning passion for the open highway.

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March

6-8 Kwagga Rally, Ruby River Resort

Semona 083 610 2076

6-8 Beehive Rally, Greytown. Lee

078 186 8968

20-22 Buffalo Rally, Mossel bay.

Nomads 082 559 7729

February

27-28th

Great Fish Rally Port

Alfred Jenny 084 8297591

27-1st March Impala Rally

Hartebeespoort Dam near

Pretoria.

Bike SA 011 782 5521

SHAME ON YOU!

"Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point.”


MARCH

1st Egbert Oosthuizen (G)

27th Wharton Smith (G)

29 th Rae Hensberg (G)

30th Dalene Kerr (S)

Memo to our new and old farts

It is up to you to send me your Birth Dates. It is also up to you to inform me when you move from (S) silver to (G) Gold and (P)

platinum. (I do not have time to cut off your legs and count the rings.) If you are (P) Platinum, you don’t have to do anything you have

reached the top. Yay!

Rodney chaffing the chicks!

Three is company!

PE 2014 Toy Run


Food for thought!


This year’s CMA memorial run was well attended by clubs and bikers across East London. The run to Gonubie was well organised and policed by the traffic department and except for a chap who fell over at the start we all arrived safe and sound at the beach front Hotel. As per usual CMA did a splendid job of organising the event and Pastor Paul was in full cry.

The lesson was on the story of the prodigal son and how his life and Gods love for him is just the same for each one of us. We all mess up, make the wrong decisions and turn from God but He is ever vigilant watching and trusting that we will make the right decision and return to Him. We have all at one time or another squandered our inheritance, reached rock bottom and been in the pits of despair. We too have even shared food with the pigs (Sorry pigs, no disrespect intended), but if we will return or turn to Him, He will welcome us with open arms and invite us into His Kingdom. In the story of the Prodigal we find the only mention of God running in the Bible. (If you are not aware of it, we are in the last days of Gods dispensation for mankind. This year 2015 will be the last time for one hundred years that there will be a red moon over Jerusalem. All the signs of the Lords return are present and if you are in a church or with a group that is not teaching or pointing this out to you. Go and find a church that does. Time is running out for this world system and not everybody will be saved. It’s up to you. Scribe) One thing Pastor Paul failed to mention however was, who was most upset with the prodigal’s return. Was it the older brother who would now have to share his inheritance with his problematic younger brother, the servants who had to prepare the fancy meal or the fatted calf? Clue :

I like Pauls preaching because he does not mince his words or candy coat his message. He has been down that road of destruction and back again. His walk matches his talk and in the biker world, he is real. He too will tell you that time has almost run out for us. He already mentioned that mass persecution and killing of Christians is on the way so it is now time to be smart, choose life and be brave as the world and it’s system is not on your side. The poo has already hit the fan, only you just don’t know it yet. Ken.


Now that I'm older....here's what I've discovered

I started out with nothing....I still have most of it.

I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.

Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.

If all is not lost, where is it?

It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through.

It was all so different before everything changed.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I wish the buck stopped here. I could use a few.

It's not the pace of life that concerns me; it's the sudden stop

at the end.

It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been

anywhere.

If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my

knees.

When you're finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else

decide to play chess?

Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

It's not hard to meet expenses ... they're everywhere.


An old Doberman starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old Doberman thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep shit now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old Doberman exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder, if there are any more around here?" Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!," says the panther, "That was close! That old Doberman nearly had me!" Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. So, off he goes. The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther. The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!" Now, the old Doberman sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?," but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old Doberman says ....... "Where's that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!" Moral of this story... Don't mess with the old dogs... Age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.


George Carlin's Views on Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. 'How old are you?' ' I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. 'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life! You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour- dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50, and your dreams are gone....

But! wait!! ! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50, and make it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that, it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80's, and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST 92.' Then a strange thing happens.. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!' May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG 1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever, even ham radio. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's family name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. AND, ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


Scribe: Ken Heath

Tel: 082 710 2534 for verbal abuse.

E-Mail: [email protected] for any

contributions, comments etc. (Please….please …please!!!!)

Lawyers: Legal Wise: “Don’t talk to me, talk to my

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‘Disclaimer’

The opinions of the Scribe are not necessarily the product

of a sound mind and do not necessarily reflect the

opinions or values of Ulysses East London or any “Sane”

person!

Hi guys. Well with at least three years of load shedding ahead of us, we can as bikers still afford to be upbeat about our future as when it happens, we can just go for a ride to de-stress. That is of course unless you bought one of those new-fangled “Electric cycles”, cause then you are screwed!

Not much to report on, except that if you are going to the Buff you need to book your accommodation soon as the places are filling up fast.

Have a good one,

Ken.

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Dirk and Les Year end ride 2014

On 27th Dec we left Gonubie at around 06H00 thinking we would go the Grahamstown route to PE

well when we got to the N2 we realized that not only the rain but the mist was already bad. Being

afraid of the mist up top towards Grahamstown we decided to go

Coastal route. First mistake, before we got to the airport we were

completely wet due to the heavy rain and not been able to ride fast

enough with no stops .As you all may know at 120 km/hr on a Trike you

don’t get wet.

We stopped off at usual Wimpy in Port Alfred for brekkie was quite a

site for the locals seen us take off the rain suits.

Had an awesome ride though to Knysna were we stopped for a small lunch before moving on to

Black Water River Lodge. As usual our stay with Elmay was out of the top draw, we all know how

she is so precise with everything but wow the attention to detail is extremely good and she runs a

good establishment. I would recommend her place to all who may need a place to stay.

Had a spare night before booking into our guest house so when we arrived in Somerset West we

were hot and slightly tired so while having our lunch started looking for

accommodation. Got a bit frustrated so ended up asking the Pub & Grub

owner for a suggestion “oh he says go a bit up the road there is a small

hotel”. So Dirk with his big mouth says to les “Babe just book “only to

find out the price of R1700/night (The Lord Charles Hotel).

We left the next morning to Paarl and our Guest house “Goedemoed”.

Here we stayed for 5 days and used it as a base to ride from each day.

Just so cool being able to visit the various Wine Estates and places in comfortable clothing not

Boiling Hot one of the advantages of being on a Trike. The place that I would recommend to visit if

you have never being there is The Spice Route in Paarl. There you can have sample tastings of

Chocolate, Wine, Beer and Ice-cream and find out how they made. A person can watch an amazing

Glass Blowing display and even buy. The selection of eating places is also very impressive.

One of the daily rides we took was up the West Coast. We were pleasantly surprised that it was

not that hot, we had a cool breeze from the see so the ride was great. The plan was to have a meal

at the famous Yzerfontein Restaurant on the beach, but not to be as they had a wedding the day

before so they did not open. But enjoyed our Brunch at a Farm Stall at the main road junction

Met up with Vernon and Rae for a ride out from Gordon’s Bay to Hermanus. That has got to be the

best road in the whole of South Africa. The Big Blue ocean on one side and Beautiful Mountains on

the other, not to mention the great twisties A Bikers Dream road. Stopped at Hermanus for a


brekkie and Vernon found out that you don’t order from the “Banting Diet

menu” (NO toast) unless for watching your weight.

Had the pleasure of meeting up with some Disgracefuls namely, Peter and Sue Twissel, Vernon

and Rae and Wynne and Louise Vice at Wynne’s lovely house for a braai.

We unfortunately did not keep up with our Clubs Motto and Behaved Disgracefully,

Yes Neville you can be proud of us.

On the 3rd Jan we left for home and decided to take it nice and casual, spent a night in The

Wilderness and a night in Jeffrey’s Bay. If anyone is in Jeffrey’s Bay and looking for a place to eat

don’t go any further than “The Greek” freaking amazing.

For our first holiday on three wheels and not two, I can really say that this is the way to go. It was

so free and easy, no stress, comfortable and quite relaxing. (I know what you thinking Rodney

YES !! I did miss the twisties on two wheels).

Arriving back in East London was what I might say rather disappointing especially if you try and

compare the East London roads and infrastructure to the Western Cape. You can’t help but call it a

“Dump” here.

We did about a 2600 km round trip ,average speed of about 130 km/hr on open roads and very

slow speeds in Towns and we ended on an average of around 14 km/lt. consumption .Not too bad

considering for both of us and the weight of the “Big Wing “ (not to mention my weight after all

the CBC Beers and the great food) . THE END

A man and a woman have a chance meeting in a park and decide to meet up that very night for a meal. After the meal they go for a drive in his car to a romantic cliff top. Not a cloud in the night sky with all the stars shining bright, they both decide to get into the back seat... Whilst having fun the woman suddenly stops and says "I'm really sorry about this and I should have told you earlier but I do this for a living and if you want to go all the way it will cost you £50". "WHAT! You’re telling me this now when I'm all up for it. I'll pay you" The man pays and to be fair had a fantastic time. Afterwards they both get back into the front seats and just sit there... After a while the woman said "Shall we move on then?" The man said "I'm really sorry I should have told you earlier, I'm actually a cabbie, it's going to cost you £55 to get home". Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?" "And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St.Ann's Catholic Church. There's a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?" Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!" There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . . . . ... Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."


THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY 1. Let all the stupid people figure things out for themselves: remove the warning labels & the idiot gene pool will thin itself. 2. I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds; people actually get out of my way now. 3. You can tell a lot about a woman's mood just by her hands; if she's holding a gun, you should leave her alone. 4. Girls used to cook like their mothers & brag about their recipes; now they drink like their fathers & brag about their tattoos. 5. You know that tingly little feeling you get when you really like someone....that's common sense leaving your body. 6. I try hard not to plan my day because the word 'premeditated' can be used against you. 7. I didn't make it to the gym today; that makes five years in a row. 8. Better yet, I decided to call the bathroom the "Jim" instead of the "John"; it's so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning. 9. Question for paranoid people who check behind shower curtains for murderers: If you find one, what's your plan? 10. Everyone has a right to be stupid; however, there are those that abuse the privilege.

This happened to an Englishman in France who'd had a few. A French policeman stops the Englishman's car and asks if he has been drinking. With great difficulty, the Englishman admits that he has been drinking all day, that his daughter got married that morning, and that he drank champagne, a few bottles of wine at the reception and many single malts thereafter. Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to breath test the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed totally sloshed. He asks the Englishman if he knows why, under French Law, he is going to be arrested. The Englishman answers with a bit of humor, "No sir, I do not! But while we're asking questions, do you realize that this is a British car and that my wife is driving............. on the other side?"

Ped and Di on their “Rolling Thunder!”

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