Bikers wear the miles on their face and in their souls; the good miles along side with the bad. Their eyes have seen the beauty that this world has to offer and the worst in man. They have become hardened to the elements, even harder to heartache and pain. Some have lost a close friend. Someone whose friendship went beyond what mere words can express, someone who had become simply their bro, someone who was taken way to early from their lives.
Bikers are the first to extend a helping hand because they have been there before. They have gone without so that someone else wouldn't. Bikers open their arms, their hearts, and their homes to strangers and only ask for friendship in return.
They defend our freedoms when no one else will. Life is lived by a code that few would understand, few could appreciate.
JOHN F. KENNEDY, PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES
"Today, we need a nation of Minutemen, citizens who are not only prepared to take arms, but citizens who regard the preservation of freedom as the basic purpose of their daily life and who are willing to consciously work and sacrifice for that freedom."