Darkhorse Leathernecks

SEPTEMBER 14 Darkhorse Annual Party. Old school camp out. Ride in, bring a tent and let's do this. Food, booze, bikes and brothers, what else you need!
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Bring your asses to M.E.M.P.H.I.S
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Till The Day I Die

A week or so ago we rode up from West Central Florida to the panhandle we then headed west into Alabama. It was only 500 miles, however, it rained the entire way, then it got dark, then cold. So the easy 500 miles quickly seemed like much more.

We met up with some Brothers, ate pizza had some drinks, and caught up on some things. We called it a night around midnight or maybe one I don’t remember. We went to the hotel, laid our s**t out to dry, and grabbed some sleep.

The following morning we looked at the radar and to our dismay, the worst of the rain was just showing up. The rain at one point was simply disrespectful. Along the road, there were cars in the ditch, and on the median every few miles. Tow trucks were getting paid for sure. And the weather kept getting worse.

We were at first able to maintain safe intervals and stay oriented by watching tail lights. Then the rain got so heavy we could no longer see anything let alone tail lights. At that point, we knew we needed to exit. Eventually, an exit sign appeared out of the s**t storm so we began looking for the exit.

When rain and wind become so intense tail lights are not visible looking ahead to see the road markings for an exit become impossible. In these conditions, the only way to find exit markings is to look down and to the right at the white line by the front tire or foot peg and follow it. Follow it we did. We got gas, ate some dinner, and waited for a break in the storm. It began to rain harder and blow more.

We were spent and just wanted to get home so as soon as it slacked we decided to push on for the last 100 miles. The last 30 of course were bone dry. We all made it home in one piece.

I don’t regret the trip. We told the Brothers we were coming to see them and we showed up. If we would have known it was going to be that bad we would have caged. But, not being fortune tellers we got caught off guard.

But also the whole point of being in an MC is about riding motorcycles. We get caught in all kinds of s**t, cold snaps, rain storms, sand storms, traffic jams, break downs, heat waves, the list goes on. We bitch, complain, argue, and cuss while we endure the suck together. Then laugh about it for years to come.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I joined an MC to ride my motorcycle and get to know my Brothers. That’s what I’m gonna do till the day I can’t.

Road Dirt

T-shirts are back in stock. Send me $25 and I’ll send you a shirt, and maybe a picture of me in a speedo.

Let's do this thing!!!

Georgia on our minds!

Come on out and have a blast with us!!

Birthday bash!!!!

If you ain’t there you’re missing out!

Brotherhood isn’t made in clubhouses. It’s made on the road. You would be surprised the brothers you meet and the roads you find. When your tired, sore, and annoyed. Darkhorse just got almost 4 thousand of brotherhood going to say goodbye to a beloved brother. Hug each other. Love each other. And fu***ng ride!
-Knuckle

Great poker chip run today. Thanks for everyone that came out!

Get out and come see us today!

Another great weekend for the Darkhorse Leathernecks!

Out at Spitfires today if anyone wants to come out and have a beer.

Good 1000 mile weekend saying goodbye to our brother jäger. Brotherhood is shown in the darkest of times. UNTIL VALHALLA!!!

Lone Star Beer, Motorcycles, Live Music.
Bring Your Ass.

Don’t be one of those people who complain about nothing cool ever happening in Memphis.

Oh s**t! What is this? That’s right boys and girls we’ve got T-shirts. Printed right here in Grind City.
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These are the worst posts to make. RIP Brother. Til we meet again on the Highway in the sky. NFNLB

Never Forgotten, Never Left Behind. Hug your Brothers, you never know when it will be the last time.
-Peppy

Marine Corps birthday with some local Marines!

Brother shorty came to Memphis for a visit. Awesome night!

Memories last as long as the road ahead.

September 12. Come out, drink beers, raise money. We’ve got a raffle and a silent auction. If you want to donate something to the auction get at me.

Past times with brothers

Darkhorse Leathernecks updated their business hours.