The Amazing P9
There is an amazing trend among the newest faces in the Mighty Black Sabbath Motorcycle Club Nation and that is men of character, quality and class are seeking out our national brotherhood to become a part of our family! And when these men come they are bringing it all and laying it all on the line. Even those who have never ridden before are entering the nation with the understanding that Black Sabbath MC brethren RIDE OR DIE RAIN OR SHINE! And they hit the ground running embracing our riding legacy all the way!
Take for instance Prospect 9 out of Macon, GA chapter of the Mighty Black Sabbath Motorcycle Club Nation. Though not a fully patched brother, and not even possessing his own name – Prospect 9 has walked into his chapter reaching for that high bar to set it even higher.
Prospect 9 had never even ridden a motorcycle before in his life 2 months ago. He bought Honda 600 (I think it was a Honda it could’ve been something else don’t get me to lying) race bike and club brother Chee Chee taught him how to ride it in one day (in the Black Sabbath we will teach you how to ride).
It just so happened that I had to ride down to Macon and award my brothers their 1000 mile mile Nomad Bull’s horns for making the California trip when I met P9. He was standing in front of his brand new motorcycle and I was eyeing it hungrily. P9 handed me the keys to his brand new motorcycle and said, “National you are welcome to take it for a spin.” So of course Sniper and I lit out from the Macon club house at light speed just to get some in some dancing through the triple digits in! We flew past East Coast Regional President Ride or Die as he was coming down the road towards the club house and I could see the scowl on his face. They hate for me to ride anything faster than a Gold Wing but I was in heaven!
I thanked P9 for letting me ride his toy and P9 let me know that he had just learned how to ride a few hours ago and was proud of his motorcycle. I told him to be careful and take his time but he stopped me to let me know that he would be riding down to South Georgia with us the next weekend IN THE PACK when we would be linking up with the Jacksonville, Florida chapter to go to an annual dance, but he would be on his brand new Harley Davidson to make the trip!
Well, people tell me things all of the time, I seldom believe them and I certainly didn’t think this man was going to buy two motorcycles in 1 week, but I was proud of the prospect for learning how to ride so quickly (we still had lots to teach him) and for his enthusiasm and of course for letting me take his baby for a wild spin through the streets of Macon. It feels good to get off of that Gold Wing from time to time. So I smiled at him and thought nothing else of it.
So, as it happens the next week I rode down to South Georgia to hook up with the Macon and Jacksonville chapters to attend an annual in South Georgia and low and behold who was sitting there on a brand spanking new Harley Davidson just a week or so after learning how to ride his first bike ever? … NONE OTHER THAN PROSPECT 9!!! WTF! Two bikes in 1 week? A race bike and a Hog!? Now that’s that Mighty Black Sabbath MC Nation sh*******t!
But there’s more! Somebody taught that fool how to ride a little bit! Maybe it was Chee Chee or East Coast Regional President Ride or Die but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t riding HAAAAARRRRD in the pack side by side with everybody else…. GETTIN’ IT!
I kept looking back to see if it was real! I was pinching myself and giggling like a little girl! I felt myself cheering “Go 9, Go 9, Go 9, Do it 9, Boy go on on ahead!!!!” I was so proud of 9 I was smiling and cheesing all night long!
We pounded down to the annual, partied with the Jacksonville Sisters of the Cross, bayed at the moon and hung out till nearly daylight! We rode around the city and eventually passed out in our hotel rooms.
When we got up the next morning we had to super pound back up to Macon where we were needed to help support a memorial ride on the side of the interstate for the Platinum Peaches who were honoring their sister that died on that spot on the highway one year earlier… Our duty was to setup the parking on the highway, direct traffic, and bring about three dozen balloons so that they could be released at the end of the memorial. So we had to get out of South Georgia and pound that three hour ride up to Macon in record time to get there before 1:00 pm to get the highway setup for the 150 bikers riding down from Atlanta for the memorial. My brothers and Sisters of the Cross were tired and beat from partying all night long but they blazed a fire trail up that highway and got to the side of the road in time enough to make sure every thing was handled respectfully. AND RIGHT THERE IN THE PACK THE WHOLE TIME WAS PROSPECT 9!
Can I get an AMEN!?
With men like 9 seeking out our Mighty MC Nation, who say what they mean and mean what they say, who do by actions and not words, who get out on dem twos and don’t be bull – sh****ting, who live to ride and ride to live, who uphold the highest standards of the Mighty Black Sabbath MC Nation, who are destined to be recognized as Nomads – well, we just cannot lose!
So I say you may not have a name yet P9 but the nation has our eyes on you. Hmmm one that comes to mind is “Hell Raiser” but for now, good luck. We are looking forward to welcoming you into the brotherhood and into the nationwide family. Learn your bylaws and as much about this nation as you can. Love your brothers and sisters as you would your own family. Respect our protocols. Remember God, family and job first, then the Mighty Black Sabbath MC Nation. Ride hard and keep the rubber side down young man. You’ve got a lot of learning and riding to do but I’ve no doubt you are one of our Nation’s future leaders. May God continue to bless you and keep you whole.