About 30 years ago I had a neighbor that was a patched member of a well known club. Long beard,tattoos leather jacket etc.
I only passed him on the road and didn't know his name or anything else.
One day he dropped his Harley on the dirt road. He was unable to pick it up. 3 cars passed and didn't stop to help.
I stopped and helped him get it out of the ditch.
He told me that if I ever needed something to call him and he gave me his number.
I'm guessing that he would beat someone up for me if I asked lol.
We became acquaintances over the years mostly on Facebook.
About 25 years after I helped him pick the bike up my mother passed. Before she did she was in the hospital. She went in there with an oxygen tank used for breathing.
They put her on their oxygen and put her tank in a closet.
When she came home she didn't have the tank.
After she passed I started getting charged for a tank rental.
I knew the tank was in that closet but the hospital would not let me get it. I tried a couple of times and got threatened by security.
I called my biker friend and told him that there was an oxygen tank in a closet next to room 301 and it had a tag on it with my mom's last name.
Him and a couple other guys walked in,went up to the 3rd floor, got the tank, walked out and hand delivered it to the tank rental place.
Then made sure that it was recorded so that I would not get billed for it any more.
Wish I was there to see them get it!
I only passed him on the road and didn't know his name or anything else.
One day he dropped his Harley on the dirt road. He was unable to pick it up. 3 cars passed and didn't stop to help.
I stopped and helped him get it out of the ditch.
He told me that if I ever needed something to call him and he gave me his number.
I'm guessing that he would beat someone up for me if I asked lol.
We became acquaintances over the years mostly on Facebook.
About 25 years after I helped him pick the bike up my mother passed. Before she did she was in the hospital. She went in there with an oxygen tank used for breathing.
They put her on their oxygen and put her tank in a closet.
When she came home she didn't have the tank.
After she passed I started getting charged for a tank rental.
I knew the tank was in that closet but the hospital would not let me get it. I tried a couple of times and got threatened by security.
I called my biker friend and told him that there was an oxygen tank in a closet next to room 301 and it had a tag on it with my mom's last name.
Him and a couple other guys walked in,went up to the 3rd floor, got the tank, walked out and hand delivered it to the tank rental place.
Then made sure that it was recorded so that I would not get billed for it any more.
Wish I was there to see them get it!