brother, I nodded my head, and promptly forgot them all. I was on it for about 20 minutes when I pulled back into his driveway next to his buddies' trailer that had arrived while I was out on my ride. We bought the trailer, and as we were heading down Cajon Pass, I told John that I had made a big mistake in riding Rob's bike, because now I had to have another bike. I hadn't had one for about 15 years. My mother had passed away, and left me a few dollars, so John and I stopped off at Chaparral Motorsports in San Bernardino to look at their bikes. John had been in that shop once before with another friend and came back to tell me that Yamaha made a line of bikes that were bigger than Harley's and half of their cost. I looked at a used Roadstar, but they wouldn't let me take it on a test ride, so we took the trailer home, and went to another shop, Malcolm Smith in Riverside. They didn't have anything I liked, so we hit the road again, and went to Corona Yamaha. They didn't have a used Roadstar, but I took a test ride on a V-Star 650. I was impressed with the power that it had, but when I went by a furniture store with huge mirrored windows, and saw myself on that bike, I thought I looked like someone had shoved a skate board up my butt and gave me a push! We went back to Chaparral and I asked how much they wanted for the 2000 Roadstar. After some negotiations, I rode the bike home. I rode alone for about 2 weeks, until John finally decided to get a bike also. He hadn't had one for about 15 years also. We went back to Malcolm Smith where we had seen a very nice V-Star 650. We negotiated the price, and had to do the old "walk out of the store" trick, but it worked, and he got it at the price he wanted to pay. We started taking rides on Sundays, and going to breakfast at the I-10 truck stop where we both had our trucks serviced. They have a café, like most truck stops, and it had a pretty good meal for $3.00. After breakfast, we would ride somewhere for the day. On one of our trips, we had gotten off of the freeway to take the roads less traveled, and saw another biker with his girlfriend pulled over. We stopped to see if he needed help, but he said they were just taking a short break. We exchanged phone numbers, and the next week, Jim Brown started riding with us. He told us later that he thought we were stopping to kick his butt. It gave us all a laugh. I used to keep my phone numbers in my Casio watch, instead of a phone book. I was going through deleting names of people that I hadn't called in a while, and since there was a trucker that John and I used to work with, also with the name Jim Brown, and we didn't work with him any longer, I deleted him. Well, I found out the next weekend when I tried to call Jim, to let him know we were riding on Sunday, and got the other Jim! We lost contact with him for a couple of months, and during that time, we met Griff, at Chaparral, and he started

riding with us. One day, while standing around shooting the breeze, someone said that we should start a club. "What should we call it?" Griff looked at my license plate, which is a California custom plate, GZERPKL (Geezer Pickle) and he said what about Geezers Motorcycle Club, and John and I agreed. Now, you probably want to know, why Geezer Pickle, there used to be a song, with the lyrics "I don't want a nickel, I just want to ride on my motorcycle. My wife and I morphed that into motorpickle, a little joke between us, so she got me the license plate when I got the bike. So, the Geezers were born. It was a word of mouth club until Griff found a patch maker that had the right idea for the font we were looking for, and we got out "Colors". We finally found Jim Brown at Corona Yamaha by accident one day, and the 4 founders were riding, along with our other members that joined up. The Club grew, and members brought in friends, and we grew to about 50 people. Our only Club rule was no crotch rockets. We don't have anything against them or their riders, but we don't ride the road in the same way. We had several folks that would ride along and had asked about joining up, and we told them, as soon as they got a cruiser, they were more than welcome to join, and a few did buy cruisers and joined. We also had no rule saying you had to attend every Sunday ride. We know that a lot of our members had families, and the week end was the only time they had to spend time with them, and the family always comes first, so not everyone was there every Sunday, but there were a lot that did. One of our members was a friend with a guy that was a member of the Los Angeles Sheriffs Dept. and rode with the Choir Boys, a Law Enforcement Motorcycle Club. They had a ride coming up, and Norm suggested that we attend the ride. It was, as I remember, for a boys and girls club in the East L.A. area, and that was a great reason to make the ride and our association with the Choir Boys was formed. They have a ride every year for Officers that have paid the ultimate price in the line of duty that we do every year for the last 8 years, plus the rides for other charities that they sponsor. Most of the time, I led the rides, and we would normally have between 10 to 20 bikes in the line. We started to become known around the Inland Empire area, mainly because of the name of the club, and we would get a lot of thumbs up signs from the older guys in cars we were riding next to. We had decided from the start that it would be what is called a 99% club, called that because 99% of motorcycle riders are good people, and just the 1% of the riders form the outlaw clubs. Another thing we decided was that there wouldn't be any officers. The Founders were just like any other member, but if there were a decision needed about something, then we would make the choice needed to solve the question. Members came and went, but many of the "core" members are still with us today. One Sunday we went to Cooks Corner in the Orange County area on a ride and while there met some guys from Oceanside that wanted to know about our club, and after telling them the fine points, they asked if they could start a chapter. We took their number and came home and talked about it, and decided it would be a good thing. We called Randy and told him welcome aboard, and with him, Troy and Papa Bear became Chapter Founders, and a very big part of our "Family".We had a member that worked for the Dept. of Water & Power in Los Angeles, and they were doing a ride for the UCLA Children's Hospital in Torrance. We did this run with them as a combined DWP & Geezers MC for 3 years, then due to some problems in the ranks of the DWP, we decided to find our own place to support, so we