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The privilege of prospecting.
A chance is given. An opportunity to become a man that rides, parties, and loves harder than any man on our earth. To potentially be part of a group of men that held land speed records, invented the stroker motor, crushed Baja 1000 runs, drink gold fish, stand on the seat of their bikes going 65mph down the road. We are the Boozefighter Motorcycle club and Noah Webster has no words to describe how fucking lucky you are to be asked to prospect, how big and great this opportunity is. I hope at the point and time that you are prospecting you know this as a certain truth. I hope you honor our heritage, hard work and trust by living this shit 24/7 in the most positive mental attitude in everything you do. Don’t look at things as “tasks”. Tasks carry the same vibe as a chore. Look at everything as an opportunity. Because it is. It’s an opportunity to call a Boozefighter and learn about him, listen to him, learn details of his path and his chapters history. It’s an opportunity to care for an visiting Boozefighter. Your efforts to make him comfortable and well taken care of reflect on your chapter that gave you a chance. It’s not a chore or an inconvenience. It’s our way of life. It’s what we fuckin do. Boozefighters take care of Boozefighetrs. We’re not training you to be a prospect, we’re training you to be a Boozefighter. We’re training you to live how we live because it never stops. We live this way forever. Humble servants to each other. We trust you that you’ll prove yourself! We gave you a green light to build relationships. Keep regular contact with everyone you meet and to travel. You’ve been given a life long adventure if it’s done right. It’s about serving not taking. If you aren’t going to do this get the fuck out. This isn’t a hobby. This isn’t something for your free time. There’s no bigger insult to us than a prospect not caring about his privilege to prospect. So do some soul searching and make sure this is in your heart before you dive in. It takes years to become a Boozefighter and only the best are brought in our family. Value your opportunity give your heart to the men that have trusted you. Best of luck to all our prospects on their paths. Hustle, and make us proud! -Boozefighter Gumball Ch1Fuckin70

You escape to Michigan like Tim Allen always said, beautiful trees and roaring rivers, winery’s and distilleries, small hardware shops and parades. Sounds great. At our quietest moment motorcycles roar and Hooligans overtake this quiet innocent town. Men wearing bottles stormed in with hands that smell of gasoline and breath that’s flammable. People tense up until they feel the love in the room. It’s still bout da brudderhood! If you want to party with some fun lovin genuine people find chapter 65. They disco dancing.

Don't live up to negative expectations. Live down the stigma of being a life long screw up. Start living up to the expectations set by the one who gave it all. Live up to the expectations of those who hold you accountable for your actions. Not the ones who seduce you into the things that hold you down. The things that cause you to carry the weight, of what everyone in your past expected out of you. Live up to the expectations that make you meritorious not unsuitable. Be the change in your life that you want your legacy to show about you. That way in the future when people speak about you. You've made their words reflect a person of honor, integrity, passion, respect, love, character, truth, but most of all a person who set out to build others up and make them see their true potential. With Gods truth. I’m beyond blessed to have brothers in my club hold me accountable for my faults but still love me when I fuck Up. I love this club I love my brothers. I love my family. But most of all I love my God. #bfmc #owom #originalwildonesministry #owof #originalwildones #originalwildonesforever #originalwildonescollincounty #boozefightersmc #boozefighters #boozefightersup #savedsinnerofthegreenandwhite (at Wylie, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BplQwItg4ahX5QIJki1Wc7Cs3uL8qFmxcib1bM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qvl9w93s3b1k

This is one of my favorite pictures. It's my cut, Boozefighter Coaches cut and Boozefighter Skids. I took it on a Sunday morning, everyone was passed out slightly after the sun came up. Skid and I were prospects at the time. It was a quiet moment after our storm. We were cleaning up while everyone was sleeping it off. I talk about people's paths and how people change over this journey quite a bit. It doesn't stop after we patch either. We never stop learning. I hear people say "Once a prospect always a prospect." I get the thinking behind it and I don't like it. We train our men to be Boozefighters, not prospects. Boozefighters are always willing to help bartend or take out trash, or watch eachothers backs. There's definitely a role one plays as a prospect but the actions and lessons you are being taught are that of a Boozefighter. It's a whole different way of thinking, looking, acting and caring. When you come around as a hangaround you are an individual. The average person has a thought process that won't jive with our life. There are very few that in their heart, truly want to be a family and to become our family they must shed their way of thinking and acting as an individual. I am a Boozefighter but I am part of this. Only part of this 71 year old, world wide family. People think about clubs and it's usually from a standpoint of receiving things. Getting taken care of, receiving gifts, being put up for the night. Whatever it may be. To contribute to the soul of this club you need to view everything from the position of a giver. Picking your brother up with a trailer, bringing him groceries, watching his kids. Contributing to our family. Not sitting there with your fuckin hands out taking all the time. Or saying "If you need something, let me know." That sentence is so fuckin lazy! Think about what that poor son of a bitch needs and show up to the hospital with porn and a tall boy. Or ask for a key and go feed his dogs. Don't make your brother ask. We are only as strong as how good we treat eachother. If you think like a Boozefighter you will be along to transfer to chapter 1 one day. If you take all the time and think about yourself time will weed you out. We have too grand of a heritage to let anything less than the best enter our family. Make sure you are bringing in family not patch holders. Nobody likes their whiskey watered down. Fuck how much time they have in, protect the integrity of our fucking family. If you wear my bottle it's your job. Thank you, I love you all. -Boozefighter Gumball Ch1Fuckin70

Los Angeles CA April 12, 1952 Boozefighter C.B. Clausen's stroker Harley that he himself built was put up against an US Air Force Lockheed T-33 jet. Blasting across the runway, the jet was able to complete a ¼ mile run in 11 seconds. The Brute made the same pass, but crushed the jet, running the ¼ mile in 9.4 seconds and reaching a ludicrous speed of 132.81 MPH. Refusing to take a loss, the Air Force brought out a P-51 Mustang to take on the Boozefighter built monster. This time the plane was fuckin charging through air, but The Brute was able to beat the Mustang by 4 plane lengths on a ½ mile course. The Brute eventually ran 224.74mph, breaking the land speed record! Going fast and being stupid is on the short list of shit we're good at. We've been doing it for 71 years now! Props to our brothers who race on the track today keeping the fuckery in our heritage alive and strong! -Boozefighter Gumball ch1fuckin70

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