
It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behavior that transcended words and was built on respect and actions. There was never a bible written on this bikers code and there was no need for such. But the times are a-changin’ and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there. These days the riders you see blasting down the road are just as likely to be clad in shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and may be wearing a Rolex watch under their leathers. There’s nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did. Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hog and using only grit and ingenuity turning it into a one-of-a-kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you built yourself out of pride. Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew cagers would just as soon run them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating. We were a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no family (they threw us out). We had to make it in a world of our own, against all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds. We survived and prospered because of the bikers code and we never took disrespect from anybody. As an old scooter bro once said: “It’s every tramp’s job to school the young. How else are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?”
With that in mind, the following is “The Basic Bikers Code”. Take heed, brothers and sisters, for our Code is a hallowed one filled with respect, honor, and loyalty; the likes of which have not been since the days of Knighthood: