The Biker Ralley just reminded me of a story.

Me and my brother-in-law got back from a men's retreat my church puts on, we went shooting during the retreat so well i am bring the guns inside to a safe my mom is decideing which one she wants in her room for home-defense. well she is standing with a .38special and .44 we hear hrleys comeing down the main road, me and my brother-in-law walk out to see whats going on and my mom decides to follow us. I live in the middle of town, and within 1/16 of a mile from the police station, but my mom being to entranced by the prospect of seeing soo many harleys walks to the end of my street with a pistalin each hand. we watched the bikers for awhile, it was a Hell's Angels ride, my mom starts talking to a biker who walked to the end of our street, after a while of talking he's just says "Ma'am, those are some f my friends out there, just be mindfull of whic ones you shoot." my mom was very safe with the guns but the look on her face showed that she almost completey forgot they were there and she decided to go back to the house and put them away. my brother-in-law are just standing there cracking up the whole time