How I Became a Gypsy by H.O.B.

Carl Under the Short

When I first saw a Gypsy, it was at a bar called the “Dirty Rice” that was near my home in Lake Charles. Spydrmonkey, Big Toe, Rooster and a few others were hanging out there during a poker run. They seemed to be having a great time but I said, “NO WAY” would you see me wear a freakin’ yellow vest. Then Damifino started wearing one and he told me in no uncertain terms that it was NOT YELLOW, it was GOLD. Easy and Caution started wearin’ Gold and they knew I had sworn that I would NEVER wear colors so they never pressured me. They did invite me to ride with them to events and what nots. I started paying attention to these guys in "Gold" colors more and more.


Easy and Damifino have been friends of mine for years (not gonna say how many cause that would tell our ages) and when Damifino told me he would have gold on my back before it was over I laughed at him and said “NO WAY”, but I kept paying attention to the brotherhood, the family life, how the sisters were equal in patches and how it was built around the kids as well. I started thinking, “hey this is more of what I wanted out of friends and motorcycles, maybe I need to check into this some more”. So I started asking Easy and Caution more about the Gypsy MC and I rode with them more and then decided that this is the place for me and my wife if there ever was a club that we would join.

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