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"I WISH I COULD TELL YOU THE FULL HISTORY OF THE X WINOS, BUT IF I DID THAT I WOULD TRULY BE IN THE DOGHOUSE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. SO SIT BACK, GRAB A CUP OF COFFEE AN ENJOY THIS ABBREVIATED VERSION ON HOW OUR BROTHERHOOD, THE X WINOS, CAME TO BE."

Believe it or not, our club was formed when one of our members got struck by lighting after a long night of boozing. After coming too, he found himself talking to an individual about what had happened. The individual realized that the boozed up dude was a biker, and suggested that he get his shit together, sober up, and form a club consisting of conceited alcoholic and drug addict bikers. Our Bro was horrified. Imagine, this guy telling him that he needed to sober up! All in a time when being clean and sober was definitely not cool.

As he rode his beefed up Knuckle around the Twin Cities, he tried to blow off the words of this person that had irritated him so much, but then his scoot started to act up like it never had before. Spotting a restaurant parking lot, he pulled his ride in just before the beast died. Grabbing the tool bag off his bars, he began the familiar and frustrating task of figuring out the problem with his baby. As he started tearing into his ride, with pieces and parts scattered all over the parking lot, he heard the roar of Harley's in the distance. Pretty soon they passed him, and while he was looking at them go bye, he wished he had Bros to ride with. A few minutes later, the same pack of bikers came roaring past him again traveling in the opposite direction. Our Bro smiled and thought to himself “those idiots are lost.” What bahcowies!  

A little over an hour later, he had everything tore off his bike except for his gas tank when he again heard the soul pleasing sound of Harley thunder in the distance. It was the same pack of bikers coming back at him. This time the pack pulled into his parking lot with all the coolness and grace that bikers are known for. When they were finally parked (which took some time) they came over to lend a hand. While most of them stood around gawking at the females going past in cars, waving and strutting their wares, one of the bikers asked what had happened. As he tried to explain, one of the biker's suggested turning on the gas.

Thoroughly humbled and embarrassed, our Bro realized that the gas petcock was indeed in the off position. The other guys started to roll upon the earth with laughter. Our Bro stood up and confronted them with their own obvious lack of ability to tell in which direction the sunsets. With that, all the guys pitched in and got the Knuckle put together in no time flat. Duct tape does indeed have many uses. When done, the guys invited our Bro into the restaurant too share a cup of mud. He quickly realized that it was possible to be still be extremely cool, sober, and a biker. He told them about his earlier experience with the lightening bolt and the phantom individual. They all agreed that starting a motorcycle club for recovering alcoholics would be a great thing to do. 

And there you have it. The abbreviated version! 

Wishing you all the best from X WINOS Motorcycle Club

X WINOS MC

EST.

1977

THIRTY YEARS OF TRADITION AND BROTHERHOOD

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X WINO DESIGNS                                                                                                                                                            MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA