The life out an outlaw is not as simple as it seems. To start off with, it is all about the balance. The logic of the mind gives a set of guidelines which help shape what we commonly refer to as "morality." This is what keeps one safe in times of danger. It represents its own side of the equation. However, there is also the passion of the heart. This concept much more primitive in nature, yet far beyond logic's comprehension. Like a wild stallion within one's soul, this feeling pushes the individual to do new levels and produces something new entirely. Logic fades, reason is abandoned, and pure passion leads.
While many great things can result from this, pure disaster is bound to happen. Thus, balance is brought back into the equation. The true outlaw is able to balance the logic of the mind and the passion of the heart. Through this he is able to never give up, yet maintain a wise strategy; to discern right from wrong, yet uphold his own convictions; and to defy all odds, yet be at peace with himself.
-Memoirs of Jack "the Saint" Michaels
In 1972, a man named Jack Michaels set out on the road to becoming a true outlaw. Everywhere he went, he exacted justice and became an enforcer of the road. Sometimes, he made himself judge, jury, and executioner. However, he always maintained a certain moral code about him. In some ways, he was free like the wind. In other ways, he was held by a greater power to abide by certain standards. Throughout the course of time, he began to be called "the Saint." The name stuck and with it came great responsibility. For many years, Jack was a lone rider. For him, it was the easiest way to maintain his identity as a true outlaw.
Eventually, other bikers on the road began to follow Jack and respect his ideals. Before he knew it, Jack had a following set up. There was a group of men ready to follow him anywhere. Therefore, he took upon himself the responsibility of leading those men. Jack always said, "A man can only know his true strength, once he has been through the fire." His words were truly inspirational to all that heard them. Jack Michaels was not just some tough thug who did as he pleased. He was a leader, a protector, an orator, a philosopher, and a man. Jack "the Saint" Michaels then made the legacy known as the Blazing Saints.
This roadhouse represents a place for us to call our home. We're a family. Certainly, we may have our fights and hardships. But at the end of the day, we're still a family. Feel free to come in and check the place out. This is our legacy. We're the Blazing Saints.
"Wallace walks over behind the bar and begins stocking the liquor. He calls to Joe Archer and Rider Davidson.Walks out back to look at the truck.... Whoa... how did you pay for all this, On second thought dont answer that,
Hey, I got a ton of crates on the truck outside! Let's get it unloaded!"
Where is the prospect when you need him
"The Rider said:They're both out taking care of some business."Wallace walks over behind the bar and begins stocking the liquor. He calls to Joe Archer and Rider Davidson.Walks out back to look at the truck.... Whoa... how did you pay for all this, On second thought dont answer that,
Hey, I got a ton of crates on the truck outside! Let's get it unloaded!"
Where is the prospect when you need him"
"The Rider said:Good man, lol."Thanks Drift"No prob.
Huge Johnny Blaze fan so yeah..."
Rider Davidson said:
"Ok fellas, me and this bottle of whiskey are going to bed. Looks around and doesn't see his old lady. Dang sleeping alone tonightHaha, G'night man.
Stubbles up the stairs."
The Renegade said:
"turns around and sees Davidson has gone to bed with a bottle. Great, looks like I unload the truck by myself.. lol"
Wallace helps Archer finish unloading the truck.
Joe rides down the road on his way to the new clubhouse of the saints. His mind wanders a little as his harley thunders around the curves of the road. Joe twists back on the hand grip and the powerful machine responds as he gains speed. The ride is a soothing experience for Joe and he loves the feel of his hog and how it responds to his direction. He pulls up and parks just to the right side of the front door. Dismounts, looks over his ride and walks inside the bar. Joe stops just inside the door and looks around. A habit he picked up years ago he always checks out his surroundings, looking for potential danger.
Seeing there is no present danger inside, Joe walks over behind the bar and takes a bottle of water from the cooler. He walks back around the bar and takes the TV remote and turns on the huge TV hanging on the wall. He sits down at a table and probs his feet on the table. Leaning back in the chair he relaxes and looks toward the TV
"Ello? Anyone here?"
Renegade is sitting at the table with his feet on the table. He hears the door open and looks up to see this long legged babe walking into the place. He sits up straight and watches as she sways into the bar. He hears her ask if anybody is here. So he gets up and walks toward her.
He greets her and eyes her up and down. Sup babe, I'm Joe what can I do for you.
"Me looking for a job. Can you give me one?"
His eyes widen as she walks right up to him. Her touch feels like a gift from heaven but he maintains his cool. Well, we just opened so we have a few openings. Let me review your application,,, in other words turn aroung for me and let me get a good look at the assets.
As he looks her over she seems perfect for a job here. He grabs her and pulls her up to him quickly, he wanted to see how she would react because working in a bar she would see plenty of this type of thing. He stares at her face, perfect. His eyes move down, futher down and again perfect. He leans down and puts his face directly in front of hers, with their noses touching. I think you will do, when can you start.
"Tomorrow if that's okay big man..."
Still holding her close he just stares into her eyes. He cannot help but feel aroused as she rubs against him. He feels something deep within himself he has not felt for a long time. He fights the urge to kiss her and brings his face a little away from hers. Tomorrow will be fine gorgeous, be here at 10 am. We have a lot of work to do before we open. He now realizes he is still holding her and even though he doesn't want to he lets her go.
I think you will do fine here baby. Really fine. Wear something sexy
Now thats settled can I get you something.
"Dere's notting in my wardrobe that ain't not sexy darling. O' course I'll do fine here."
She gives him a last wink before she disappears out of the swing door letting him alone in the room.
He watches her as she walks away toward the door. Her hips sway back and forth as she walks and this one has definately reached right through the defensive shield he always keeps around himself. He has a lot of pain in his past and its not easy for anybody to get to him. But this one has dont it , in just a matter of seconds. He follows her to the door and stands in the doorway as he watches her walk away from the bar. He thinks of what the future may hold and smiles to himself.
So Kay, what you like to drink?
Ever the gentleman, John. Don't worry so much. As for the other question.... She looked up at him with a sweet smile.