Road Tripped: Satan's Devils MC Utah #1

What do you do when your hopes and dreams literally come crashing down around you? When one split second and something that wasnt your fault stops you from participating in your chosen sport just when youre nearing the top?Another riders misjudgement and my trial bike competition days were over. I was angry; I admit it. I love my MC brothers but they couldnt understand. I could still ride a bike allowing me to stay in the club but I could no longer compete. Drummer decided to give me something else to think about and temporarily gave me some distance from Tucson. It was a simple enough task-make my way of necessity slowly to Utah and check that chapter out. Sure the Utah club was friendly enough and never hesitated to support other chapters but they were secretive. Drummers instruction was to discover what went on behind closed doors and for me to return with the assurance they were following the Satans Devils rules and regulations. The time on the road would give me a chance to clear my head my welcome assured at my destination as they wore the same patch on their backs. Then Id return home hopefully with my mood improved.Neither Drummer nor I had anticipated the mishaps along the route nor that there was a possibility I might not make it back alive.