From the outside it looks like these days F6 will let any old tattooed degenerate slip into its ranks. An out of control body like a swelling bag of piss casually flopping down a flight of stairs. In actual fact this all too common misconception couldn’t be further from the truth.
As a strong group of friends, if took us a good few years before we could even bring ourselves to fall under the prefix of a ‘club’ shuddering at the very though that at our routs – despite the strained fascination with bikes without brakes, cameras and tattoos – we are a car club.
Regardless, our numbers continue to grow with the old mantra of disregarding any casual enquirer and allowing only those who we hold dear to us. That said I’m pleased to welcome James Merriman and Sam ‘1990’ Evans into the fold. Shit cars and even shitter haircuts. They should fit in nicely.
on July 5, 2011, 12:59 am