27 years ago, April 25, 1993, timidly I pulled on my first pair of leather chaps with tall black boots, a leather shirt with a plain black leather vest, and hopped on my motorcycle. I rode to a basement apartment in downtown Washington DC.
I was there to meet some new friends who were starting up an “MC” club. My naivete at the time had me believing “MC” meant motorcycle. Ha!
Anyway, our new group gathered to join…
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