So I Joined a MotorCycle Gang
Ouro Preto Travel Blog› entry 8 of 10 › view all entries
A trip abroad for me is not complete until I get involved in some sort of ultra shady encounter, for example in Bolivia I went to the cow fights and got accused of being a spy, while in Morocco I got a "lap dance" from some Moroccan belly dancers when I became a wedding crasher, but probably the shadiest and best was a drunken encounter I had outside of Ouro Preto.
After a long night of debauchery with "Klayton" we went back to the hostel, got five minutes of sleep, and rescued a cranky sally. We were driving back to
One thing I learned are that bikers are freaking cool, they all had guns and huge knives, and their bodies were covered with scars. Anyways we start talking, they offer up some of the pig they're roasting, and we start buying them drinks. So they're like, you want to learn how to ride, I'm like hell yea. So they teach me some moves, and they give me a helmet (safety first right). The helmet was a giant skull by the way, so me, klayton, and paula go on a ride with a motorcycle gang.... sweet. They even gave me a patch, the gang, MG Scorpions, they want me to start a chapter in the