God Forgives Outlaws

By Carmine Sinezi

This book is about one man’s journey through the layers of the hierarchy of the Outlaws Motorcycle Club, his love of God and how he battled with Bi-Polar.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Feb 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728384382

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/05/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-8439-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-8438-2 (e)

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Rightriders

Chapter 2 North

Chapter 3 Hells Angels

Chapter 4 Hole In The Ground

Chapter 5 South

Chapter 6 Daniel Wolf

Chapter 7 God

Chapter 8 Bi-Polar

For ABI

CHAPTER 1

This is a true story of me, a hospital chaplain who joined the Outlaws motorcycle club with intention to study the gang from the inside. This not a story about the Outlaws it’s a story about an Outlaw.

My goal was to either find Daniel Wolf was right or to repudiate Daniel. He wrote THE REBELS. As far as psychological anthropology is concerned there’s only a few this good such as DON JAUN or ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE but unfortunately Daniel exposed himself to all forms of misinformation. He told them what he was doing and his methodology is unsound. Unsound is a bit harsh although there is only so much one can learn about a club as a hang around.

Many men admit to having read this book, but they only admit it when it’s one on one. There is an embarrassment factor in admitting this is a favourite book. You see, Daniel Wolf wrote a sort of instruction manual for wannabes. I admit to reading the book, later in life, when I got a BA in comparative arts, science, religion and philosophy.

I was looking for a club to join. I had been involved with the club scene for decades when I decided it was the best thing for me to do because I was all over the place and wanted some belonging closer to home. The Outlaws were not yet flying Australia on their bottom rocker and I knew the Outlaws were not the club for me at the time. Having partied with them my realisation was looking for a way of life that would combine my belief in God who loves me with my love of the Outlaw bike scene. There were many CMCs (Christian Motor Cycle Clubs) around but most of them were a bit wishy washy. I don’t know what I thought I’d find in the CMC world but it remained interesting so I pursued it.

I came across a Christian club called God Squad and I hung around there a bit went on a few rides with them, didn’t like John much, so I moved on. Each to there own but one day I saw him in his jeans wearing a cut and the next he was wearing a suit. I just looked at him and said you look different today. He said he walks in two worlds. I didn’t need that kind of confusion. They didn’t have a clubhouse they had a church called CCC (Community Care Concern).

I’d lived in Adelaide for 6 years and made quite a few friends over there. One time when I was living back in Melbourne, I took many rides to Adelaide to party with the people I had met there. This time I rode to Adelaide from Melbourne to go to a birthday bash of my friend Robbo, and there I met several people from a CMC known as Rightriders, who had an Adelaide chapter and a Melbourne Chapter. I met many of both chapters and one of their members gave me a card so that I could phone him in Melbourne and come visit their clubhouse.

It was an old house in Ferntree that they had knocked a wall out of to make one big space. The house was quite run down and I later learned it belonged to a church.

Being a man of faith, I joined in, hang around for a year then I was a Nom (Nominee – nominated for membership by a member sponsoring me), then after another year I got my patch. I was still finding my feet in the world of Christian Outlaws. My first visit to Rightriders was an eye opener. I rode from the Beach into the hills and eventually found the place on a roadside in a lay-by. I knocked on the door, it was a Friday night and I was ready to party. A member opened the door and said I’d come at a time when they were having their weekly meeting, I hung around for an hour outside before that door opened again. I was introduced to a few members by the chapter boss and settled down at a table near the bar where I had several conversations. Most of them were questions from members like where do I live, where have I been and so on. It was as uncomfortable for them as it were me. After talking for sometime we found we had travelled in many of the same places and things got easier to talk about.

I’d been speaking with the chapter boss and a few other members, I didn’t have any smokes with me but a member did and botted all evening off him. When I just took one out of his packet, he said he was trying to make them last the night. I’d already established the fact that their clubhouse was in the sticks and there was nowhere to buy any smokes. I remembered that the next time I came. After a few beers I stepped out back to get some air.

A member (who was a Hells Angel prospect the last time I saw him) followed me out and to my surprise he said there was a time when I’d just beat you up. I think he was trying to make out that his membership of a Christian club had tamed him. I wasn’t yet a member it was my first time there I just said ditto mate. Nearly three years patched there and I left without a word.

I still haven’t got the words to explain myself from the point of view I still owe them a meeting. Maybe we should have a reunion. A couple of the Rightriders went the WAY of the Hells Angels I’d be curious about listening to them. How they found the Hells Angels to be a better club than the brotherhood at Rightriders?

I learned more about how to run a church from observing bike clubs than ever I learned it in a church, it’s the same politics. The mixture of church and bike club was interesting and a new field for me to look more closely at. Once I was a member I wanted to change Church night (A bike club meeting) to Thursday so that I could safely invite others to come on a Friday night and relax without being made to wait outside while we the club did business that could be done at any time other than Friday. I liked Fridays because