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So there they are. Meeting up at a common biker place. With their louder than Satan pipes which almost scrape off the pavement wherever they go. All claded in black worn out vests which boldly announces who they are.

Then like cowboys getting off their horses… you can see them with a trademark handshake… or was it a greeting or a hug?

With the left hand reaching the other brother's left hand. Clinched like it has been years since they met. While the other right hand curled at each other’s back… Continue