Bikers have feelings too. A story about a couple big biker friends. I couldn’t believe big bikers actually have feelings like this. A couple of years ago I owned a small fabricating business. A rough group of biker employees. All hard workers and masters at their trades. A brief description of the people. Myself 6 foot 220 pounds bald, goatee, and a couple tattoos . My friend Joe 6 foot 1 inch 225 pound kick-boxer, shoulder length black hair, goatee and covered with tattoos. Scary individual. The kind of man that walks into a bar and everyone in the place looks and thinks don’t want to get in this guy’s way. Really neat guy and a very good friend. Another friend and employee Bill 6 foot 275 long hair, pony tail and beard. Typical big biker.
If you have the picture of the people you can fill in the real dialogue for this little story.
If you have the picture, this is the story. One morning Joe comes to work about one hour late. By the way, I was living with Joe and his wife at the time and we left the house at the same time. Joe comes into the shop, walks up to me and asks, can we talk? Sure let’s talk. We go outside away from everyone else and it begins. Joe asks me. What do you think of me? I’m confused. My response is What? Joe asks again what do you think of me? Still confused. My response is the same. What? Joe asks. What do think of me as a man. I looked at him puzzled and said I’m guessing must be your time of the month and what the hell do you mean? What do I think of you as a man? I’m quietly thinking a lot less than I did ten minutes ago.
Then the wining starts. Joe says I don’t think it’s fair. I’m thinking my god, what is going on? I bite. What’s not fair? Joe says I’ve been doing the same job for three days, while Bill has had the easier job. This is two guys working together one assembling, while the other welds. I looked Joe straight in the eyes and asked him. Are you for real? What would you do if it was you and me working together? Joe’s reply. Ask you to trade. Then ask Bill.
Joe tells me he can’t. He’s intimidated by Bill. He and Bill have been friends since they were little and Bill always got his way. So now you want me to be your mother? Joe says Ya could you ask him to trade with me? Shaking my head in disbelief. Let’s go. We walk in the shop together. Go to the area where Bill is working. I asked Bill trade with Joe. No problem was the reply but with a weird expression. Oh and switch jobs with each other every four hours. OK? They both agreed and went to work. However, I don’t think they spoke to each other the rest of that day.
Until that day I thought bikers were rough, tough, true men without a lot of boyish feelings. Goes to show men are just little boys caught in big boy bodies with really expensive toys.