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Old Bastard group of Montreal Quebec
Meet a few of our Old Bastards
Meet some of the original boys of the group of the Old Bastards. We are a group of friends who ride together as well as socialize together when our bikes are
stored away during the cold winter months. In other words we are friends that ride together drink together and spend quality time hanging out.
This is Max the webmaster and creator of the website AKA Babba
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This is Joe, AKA the Gambler
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This big guy is Dave AKA the Leader
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This is Ricky AKA Grumpy
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This is Steve AKA Desparado
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This is Ed AKA CRASH
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This is Frank AKA “Gotta go Gotta ride”
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The Rocking Rabbi
How does one become a member of this group? Well, for know there are no fees, no Membership, nothing to do but hang around
with the guys.
You come by with your bike,( metric, or Harley we do not discriminate on the bike you own we discriminate only on those who have
a problem to be sociable.) you introduce yourself join us in a coffee and ride with us. That is about it.. Email us, we are based in
Montreal on St. Jacques road.
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Meet Joe AKA Mr Limo
Meet Donato AKA Donato
Mr. Tony AKA Mr. Italia
I ride because it is fun.
I ride because I enjoy the freedom I feel from being exposed to the elements, and the vulnerability to the danger that is intrinsic to riding.
I do not ride because it is fashionable to do so.
I ride my machine, not wear it. My machine is not a symbol of status. It exists simply for me, and me alone.
My machine is not a toy. It is an extension of my being, and I will treat it accordingly with the same respect as I have for
myself.
I strive to understand the inner-workings of my machine, from the most basic to the most complex.
I will learn everything I can about my machine, so that I am reliant upon no one but myself for it's health and well-being.
I strive to constantly better my skill of control over my machine. I will learn its limits and use my skill to become one with my
machine so that we may keep each other alive. I am the master, it is the servant. Working together in harmony, we will
become an invincible team.
I do not fear death. I will, however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. Fear is the enemy, not death. Fear on the
highway leads to death, therefore I will not let fear be my master. I will master it.
My machines will outlive me. Therefore, they are my legacy. I will care for them for future bikers to cherish as I have cherished them, whoever they may be.
I do not ride to gain attention, respect, or fear from those that do NOT ride nor do I wish to intimidate or annoy them. For those that do not know me, all I wish from
them is to ignore me. For those that desire to know me, I will share with them the truth of myself, so that they might understand me and not fear others like me.
I will never be the aggressor on the highway. However, should others mess with me their aggression will be dealt with in as severe manner as I can cast upon them.
I will show respect to other bikers more experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will learn from them all I can. However, if my respect is not acknowledged or
appreciated, it will end.
I will not show disrespect to other bikers less experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will teach them what I can. However, if they show me disrespect, they will be
slapped.
It will be my task to mentor new riders, that so desire, into the lifestyle of the biker so that the breed shall continue. I shall instruct them, as I have been instructed by
those before me. I shall preserve and honor traditions of bikers before me, and I will pass them on unaltered.
I will not judge other bikers on their choice of machine, their appearance, or their profession. I will judge them only on their conduct as bikers. I am proud of my
accomplishments as a biker, though I will not flaunt them to others. If they ask, I will share them.
I will stand ready to help any other biker that truly needs my help. I will never ask another biker to do for me what I can do for myself. I am not a part-time biker. I am
a biker when, and where ever I go. I am proud to be a biker, and hide my chosen lifestyle from no one. I ride because I love freedom, independence, and the
movement of the ground beneath me. But most of all, I ride to better understand myself, my machine, the lands in which I ride
and to seek out and know other bikers like myself.
 "The four amigos")
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Meet Matteo AKA The Operator
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Meet David AKA The Architect
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Meet Fidaa .AKA The Mechanic.
Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.
Wear Heavy Boots. You can't kick things when you're wearing' sneakers
If you're a complainer, ride at the back of the pack
so you won't contaminate the rest of the group.
Never try to race an old Geezer, he may have one more gear than you.
Home is where your bike sits still long enough to leave a few drops of oil on the ground.
You'll get farther down the road if you learn to use more than two fingers on the front brake.
Routine maintenance should never be neglected
It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.
The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear-view mirror.
Never be afraid to slow down.
Only Bikers understand why dogs love to stick their heads out car windows.
Bikes don't leak oil, they mark their territory.
Never ask a biker for directions if you're in a hurry to get there.
If it take more than 3 bolts to hold it on, it's probably crucial.
Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.
Pie and Coffee are as important as gasoline.
Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll ride alone.
Never loan your bike to someone else, and never ride another's.
If the bike isn't braking properly, you don't start by rebuilding the engine.
Motorcycling is a giant game of Mines Bigger than yours!
Well-trained reflexes are quicker than luck.
The best alarm clock is sunshine on Chrome.
Learn to do counter intuitive things that may someday save your butt.
New leather don't smell right.
When you're riding lead--don't spit.
If you really want to know what's going on, watch what's happening at least 5 cars ahead.
Don't make a reputation you'll have to live down or run away from later.
If the person in the next lane at the stop light rolls up the window and
locks the door, support their view of life by snarling at them.
Smoke and grease can hide a multitude of errors, but only for so long.
A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2am to drive his pickup to the
middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down.
You got to be smart enough to understand the rules of motorcycling,
and dumb enough to think the games important.
Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going'.
If you leave without one of your group, you better hope he doesn't catch up at the next stop.
Practice wrenching on your own bike.
Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.
Three things can't be trusted: a fart, a cook, and a rear view mirror.
Beware the biker who says the bike never breaks down. Some bikes run on 99-octane ego.
Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.
Don't lean on the horn 'til you're out of danger. Then blast it for all you're worth.
Never be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.
Maintenance is as much art as it is science.
A good long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of gasoline.
If the country side seems boring, stop, get off your bike, and go sit in the
ditch long enough to appreciate what was here before the asphalt came.
If you can't get it going with bungee cords and electricians tape-it's serious.
If you ride like there's no tomorrow-there won't be.
If you want to complain about the pace being set by the road captain,
you better be prepared to lead the group yourself.
Gray-haired bikers don't get that way from pure luck.
There are drunk bikers. There are old bikers. there are NO old, drunk bikers.
We don't need no stinking' weekend warriors.
Thin leather looks good in the bar, but it won't save you from "road rash" if you go down.
No matter what marquee you ride, it's all the same wind.
It takes both pistons and cylinders to make a bike run.
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The three Amigos Serge, Max and Marco
