Heavy Duty People: The Brethren MC Trilogy book 1 by Iain Parke Page B
Authors: Iain Parke
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The Brethren and preferably dependent on them in some way which was one way in which Dazza’s control of the local whizz supply came in handy. Other than that, all he needed to do was to prevent any small club linking up with one of the rival big six clubs, thereby letting another big club that could become a champion or rallying point or alternative protector of the smaller clubs get a foothold in the region.
But then I supposed that if it ever came to a war, Dazza had the rest of the world-wide Brethren’s resources to call on if he ever needed to and even a strong regional club like The Legion would think awfully long and hard before mounting a challenge like that.
But in hindsight, even then Dazza was thinking ahead.
He was just brilliant throughout it all. He worked hard for us, smoothing the way. He was the P of the north-east charter now for real, ever since the old P had gone down; and having him on side meant having The Brethren onside. He even hosted the first meeting we had with Butcher’s boys, The Iron Horsemen MC, out of Sunderland.
It was strange that he and Butcher did so much together. Normally Geo rdies and Maccams hated each other but Dazza seemed to have a strong relationship with Butcher, although at the time, again being a Maccam, Dazza wouldn’t have had a hope in hell of bringing him into the north-east charter. It was almost as though Dazza had been already using Butcher’s boys as one of his private support clubs. My guess at the time was that they handled his distribution on Wearside.
Now w ith The Iron Horsemen to the south in Wearside, we had a complete band across the region and around The Brethren’s city stamping ground.
Gut ’s Fellmen covered northern Cumbria across the lakes and up to the Scottish border, while to the south they rubbed up against The Hangmen in disputes over territory in the south lakes.
We Reivers centred around the valley and up into the hills and dales of the North Pennines.
The Devil ’s Henchmen MC under Popeye, a wiry, crop-haired ex-marine who ran a fishing boat out of Craister covered northern Northumberland, but were mainly based along the North Sea coast.
Hadrian ’s Wall was the spine that ran through our territory, and so we became The Legion MC. Our territory became the Empire. Our colours became the imperial colours of purple and gold. Our patch was a grinning skull facing out, and wearing a purple plumed centurion’s helmet, with the crenellated wall running behind him. And instead of charters, we had cohorts, based on the amalgamated clubs Westmorland, Borders, Northumberland and Wearside.
We chose our Roof of England bike show that August to unveil our new colours.
The Legion patching party at the end of the bike show was an even wilder rerun of that first Reivers one.
Dazza and the guys from The Brethren were there of course, it was almost as if they were our sponsors in a way. As the only one of the big six clubs with a presence in the region we could hardly amalgamate patch clubs in the area without clearing it with them. We didn’t exactly need their permission but it was a show of respect as before. If we had patched up without consulting them, it would be seen as an unacceptable affront to their authority, a deliberate insult if you like, and they would have to act to keep face. At the same time they knew that we would not want to lose face by having to ask for their permission like some little kid at school. So, it was a little game that we all played to observe the niceties and keep the peace. Like I say, good fences, and good manners, keep good neighbours. So as before, we asked their blessing.
And Dazza of course was happy to give it.
We took a group photo of the new club, standing and kneeling proudly in two smiling rows in our new colours. I ’ve still got a copy at home although I don’t put it up, it upsets Sharon too much. But there’s a framed one in the clubhouse bar that I look at every so often.
Gyppo looks
But then I supposed that if it ever came to a war, Dazza had the rest of the world-wide Brethren’s resources to call on if he ever needed to and even a strong regional club like The Legion would think awfully long and hard before mounting a challenge like that.
But in hindsight, even then Dazza was thinking ahead.
He was just brilliant throughout it all. He worked hard for us, smoothing the way. He was the P of the north-east charter now for real, ever since the old P had gone down; and having him on side meant having The Brethren onside. He even hosted the first meeting we had with Butcher’s boys, The Iron Horsemen MC, out of Sunderland.
It was strange that he and Butcher did so much together. Normally Geo rdies and Maccams hated each other but Dazza seemed to have a strong relationship with Butcher, although at the time, again being a Maccam, Dazza wouldn’t have had a hope in hell of bringing him into the north-east charter. It was almost as though Dazza had been already using Butcher’s boys as one of his private support clubs. My guess at the time was that they handled his distribution on Wearside.
Now w ith The Iron Horsemen to the south in Wearside, we had a complete band across the region and around The Brethren’s city stamping ground.
Gut ’s Fellmen covered northern Cumbria across the lakes and up to the Scottish border, while to the south they rubbed up against The Hangmen in disputes over territory in the south lakes.
We Reivers centred around the valley and up into the hills and dales of the North Pennines.
The Devil ’s Henchmen MC under Popeye, a wiry, crop-haired ex-marine who ran a fishing boat out of Craister covered northern Northumberland, but were mainly based along the North Sea coast.
Hadrian ’s Wall was the spine that ran through our territory, and so we became The Legion MC. Our territory became the Empire. Our colours became the imperial colours of purple and gold. Our patch was a grinning skull facing out, and wearing a purple plumed centurion’s helmet, with the crenellated wall running behind him. And instead of charters, we had cohorts, based on the amalgamated clubs Westmorland, Borders, Northumberland and Wearside.
We chose our Roof of England bike show that August to unveil our new colours.
The Legion patching party at the end of the bike show was an even wilder rerun of that first Reivers one.
Dazza and the guys from The Brethren were there of course, it was almost as if they were our sponsors in a way. As the only one of the big six clubs with a presence in the region we could hardly amalgamate patch clubs in the area without clearing it with them. We didn’t exactly need their permission but it was a show of respect as before. If we had patched up without consulting them, it would be seen as an unacceptable affront to their authority, a deliberate insult if you like, and they would have to act to keep face. At the same time they knew that we would not want to lose face by having to ask for their permission like some little kid at school. So, it was a little game that we all played to observe the niceties and keep the peace. Like I say, good fences, and good manners, keep good neighbours. So as before, we asked their blessing.
And Dazza of course was happy to give it.
We took a group photo of the new club, standing and kneeling proudly in two smiling rows in our new colours. I ’ve still got a copy at home although I don’t put it up, it upsets Sharon too much. But there’s a framed one in the clubhouse bar that I look at every so often.
Gyppo looks
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