Brass is my best friend, co-founder of our club and the clubhero. In the early days we would weekly visit the bars in and around our hometown. We were young and thought we were the toughest mutahfuckas around. Looking back we actually looked kinda silly. The outfits didn't really fit with our pimpled kiddo faces. Result; many, many barfights. Brass was our hero, the tank who did not step aside for anybody no matter how big or scary they were, no matter what reputation they had. He also was the dude with all the women (fucker stole them from us all the time) and a true rider. A tragic bike-accident paralized him, condemning Brass to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But he never gave up, started to study and married his teacher! He is still in the club, well respected by all, he continues to contribute to whatever we are doing. Brass has also taken photos of my friends and the European bikescene from 1979 to 1988. I will share some of these photos with you CoC followers in the future.
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Thank you Brass!
Much respect, and I hope to meet him someday.
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