We often hear bikie stories where extreme violence and other less favourable traits of the human race and presented – usually in court transcripts of what could fairly to be described as a segment of society best described as lowlife’s. That’s not to say all bikie gangs are marauding thuggish villains with a more than passing knowledge in the manufacture and distribution of methamphetamine – far from it. You have all sorts of bikie gangs – you have bikie gangs that ride for Christ although they wouldn’t probably call themselves a bikie gang. Take for example the Ambassadors Christian Motorcycle Club. On their website they invite the curious reader to click (if you want the answer that is) hells best kept secret and another click to those seeking reassurance on the vagaries of evolution. Would the Hell’s Angels or the Bandidos invite theological and scientific discussion on their website? Probably not.
None it seems call themselves a bikie club – there’s no such thing. They call themselves a motorcycle club and protect their corporate image to the full extent of the law as American website of the Hells Angels suggests – HELLS ANGELS and the skull logo (R) are trademarks owned by Hells Angels Motorcycle Corporation, registered in the USA and in many other countries. All logos and designs of Hells Angels are trademark-protected (TM) and protected according to international law. Copying and other use is not allowed.
The Hell’s Angels and there numerous chapters throughout the world are obviously mindful of the advantages of good public relations. If you weren’t not doing anything on October 26 the Luxemburg chapter of the Hells Angels had an open day. Having never been to a open day at a Hell’s Angel’s MC open day you could expect them to be on their best behaviour… a sausage sizzle perhaps or as thery might call it in those parts a wurst sizzle. Maybe you could enjoy a bier or two why the sergeant at arms presents a PowerPoint presentation of the their latest humanitarian gesture.
Come to think of it it’s better that October 26 has now passed – Australia beat Luxemburg 140-128 for a spot on the united Nations Security Council – remember? No doubt Luxemburg Hell’s Angels are as patriotic as any of their countrymen and would be taking it badly – probably if you would have gone you probably would have been politely turned away – ‘verpissen sie Australichen arschlock!’ They might say or – or words to that effect.
While we’re briefly on the subject of Luxemburg if a seat on the UN Security Council and this august organisation was only reserved for fair minded countries who pulled their weight in world affairs (like Australia) how come Rwanda got seat as well –despite a UN panel accusing senior Rwandan security officials of sending arms into Congo to support M23 rebels led by General Bosco Ntaganda. Ntaganda is also known as ‘The Terminator’. Sorry to put a dampener on Carr’s party but that’s how it is – especially when you consider over 5 million people have been killed in the ‘forgotten conflict’. We never heard much about that in the Australian media did we.
Still, returning to the bikies. Albury Wodonga has its bikies – whether or not they’re in the same league as such collective’s such as the Hells Angels and the Bandidos is of no concern to us however one thing that is important to all motorcycle clubs is discipline. Obviously it varies in how it is administered and so forth. Obviously the Ambassadors Christian Motorcycle Club would have an entirely different concept of discipline than the Bandidos . It’s probably comes down whether you want your hell on earth or wait a bit.
In Albury discipline amongst motorcycle groups is maintained like most other organisations with a realisation that ill-discipline can have grave consequences. In doing we relate this story that discipline can be maintained with a sense of compassion. We relate this particular case as we were told it without embellishment or interpretation.
It mustn’t have been easy for this member of the Gypsy Joker – name withheld but it seems this particular aberrant member was giving the club a bad name.
‘The first I knew about this particular member,’ a source told Borderline ‘was at a fish and chip shop in Borella Road. A friend of mine –I can’t mention his name told me that there was about ten or so people waiting in the queue to give there order when this bikie walked in – in full colours and said that he wanted the lot – everything that was either in the bay marie or was getting served to the customers – he wanted everything.’
“What you mean he demanded all the fish and chips,’ Borderline asked apprehensively.
‘He did – the trouble is someone in the queue knew him,’ the source told Borderline.
‘What another bikie from the Gypsy Jokers?’
‘No it was a bloke he went to school with. At first the bikie didn’t recognise him so the bloke jolted his memory so to speak by saying ‘you remember me I used to bash you up at school – get back into the queue!’
‘What you mean the school bully pulled rank on a member of the Gypsy Jokers? – sounds too ridiculous for words,’ we added just to be on the safe side.
‘You wouldn’t believe it but the bikie made a bit of a scene – nothing really then went to the back of the queue. When the bloke that told me what happened walked out of the shop a couple of bikies were peering through the shop window and wanted to know what all the fuss was about and he told them and the two bikies nodded in agreement ‘he is a bit of a dickhead isn’t he.’
‘There’s a moral there – somewhere…’ we added. We started to wonder if our friend might explain that as well.
‘Then I heard he was called before a ‘church’ meeting as the bikies call them and he found guilty of stealing a motorbike – which as you can realise would have been like in the wild west when you were accused of stealing a man’s horse. Then they would hang you there and then… wouldn’t they?’
‘Yeah right – probably ,’ I think we said. At first we were reluctant to hear the rest of the story for fear that being privy to such information might not be in our long term interests.
‘No it wasn’t like that,’ said our source reassuringly. ‘Discipline had to be maintained and the punishment had to fit the seriousness of the crime.’
Our informant seemed to know a bit more about the goings on amongst the bikie community than he was prepared to admit.
‘The sergeant at arms who is apparently the one responsible for discipline said it was a serious offense and he had to be punished – so they drilled two holes in his head – they were only superficial – after a while the sergeant at arms showed a bit of mercy and said he had had enough and they threw him out of the clubhouse. He had to walk home,’ added our source.
‘Well they wouldn’t have offered him a ride home would they?’
‘I suppose not,’ said our source. ‘He was a bit out of it,’ he added, disappearing into the night.
Then we got thinking . maybe that that sergeant at arms was called Johnny?