These are their Stories….

It was our 3rd date as we walked out of the movie theater and he turned his phone on, looking at his missed messages and started to cry. Opening the passenger door for me, he paused and held tight to me, sobbing. I had no idea what was going on so I held him and felt his tears drop on my shoulder. As I held his head in one hand gently rubbing the top of his head. He broke from his pain and said

“Kidd died, some fu*king drunk ran him over in the middle of the night when he was coming home from that party.”

”Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah he was taking some girl home and she died too.”

“What was her name?”

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter, she is just some girl on the back of his bike”

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At many bike nights and events, women are being walked passed, looked over and not acknowledged.

While patch holders and any man in the building is shown respect with a handshake or hug and a personal introduction.

“ Hello, thanks for having us at your event, I’m Bruce, (name of club) out of  Orange County” 

“Welcome, I’m Big John, (name of club) out of Springdale”

While these introductions continue to happen with every person in the room the women/ property and “talent” are walked right passed. Their names aren’t important the only way you know who they are is by the cut they are wearing saying “ Property of”.

So unless the patch holder stops the introduction and introduces his lady no one there will ever know her name.

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That’s how she becomes “Just the girl on the back of the bike”

These are their stories…