Biker party in the town forest..

This is a true story....Back in the day i once worked for a rubbish company humping trash all day long. we had the standard garbage trucks as well as a pickup truck with a rack body with a canvas top on it to get to hard to reach backroad homes who needed their trashed hauled away as well..

So one night i am using the pickup for my personal use and was heading to the town forest to a biker party that was being held there deep into the forest. I was prospecting for the "Reapers" at that time and basically was mandated to be there.

On the way there we spotted someone hitchhiking on the road and stop to pick him up.He is well dressed with a shirt and tie and explains he is going as far as we can take him. I tell him to hop in and he climbs in the back. The cab of the truck was full and well the only room was in the back.Keep in mind, we use this truck daily to haul rubbish in and in the summer months, the smell gets pretty rank.I tell him this and he agrees and states he has no problem with it. A ride is a ride..well after closing the gates and essentially locking him in we make our way to the forest.
The roads leading to the party are not the best for driving down and our passenger is being tossed around in the back like a rag doll and he is not even complaining.This guy is crazy..

We get to the party and our faces hurt from laughing so hard on the way.. we put this poor guy through the worst ride he has ever had.

So this is a biker party and there are all bikers and scooter tramps hanging around smoking weed and drinking around a huge fire..One of the requirements to attend this party was to wear your leathers and/or your colors/patch..Our hitcher was the only one without.This could have posed a problem for me,because i brought him here,but fortunately i had an old leather jacket in the truck for him to wear. Being a prospect for a bike club is a demanding thing. You are expected to act a certain way and abide by several rules, one of which is to bring no strangers to a club only party. i broke that rule and could have been reprimanded severly. I had explained this to my new friend and he goes along with my ruse as to safe us both an ass beating..i introduce Randy to my handler and convince him that he is cool and he has been a friend of mine for a while..He is accepted and everything starts off nicely..

Now comes the funniest thing i had ever seen ..

Randy is hanging out and seems to be having a good time.. he has a couple scooter tramps hanging around him doing what they do best and he seems to have it all under control..

Well apparently the hitcher is messing with the wrong girl and her old man walks up and starts to question what is going on.. The hitcher starts to show some nut and tells the biker,a patched biker, that he's crazy so dont mess with him.. the accredited biker pulls out his gun and says ,"Crazy?, i'll show you crazy", and blows a hole in his own leg and starts rolling around on the ground screaming and writhing in pain. This totally freaks my hitchhiking friend out and he starts screaming for someone to help this guy who apparently just shot himself..One of the scooter tramps tell Randy to calm down and do as she says.. He does, he gathers himself together and she tells him to pull of the bikers boot of the leg he shot.He does as she had instructed him to do and as Randy gives a strong pull, the guys prosthetic leg comes off in his hands and poor Randy loses his shit and disappears into the woods not to be seen again.The party goes on less one undesirable..

The following morning i report to work and get the route schedule that i was on for the day..As luck would have it, i was on the backroad route..i get to my first stop, remove the canvas top and throw over side two bags full of someones houshold trash.. all of a sudden i hear a moan coming fromm inside the back of the truck..I open the back door and there is Randy,my infamous hitchhiker, lying under the two bags i had just thrown into the truck..Oh the poor bastard ...