Reminds me of a rather loosely knit club that used to hang out in Hollywood some years ago. Often, on Saturday night, they would all go on an impromptu run down Sunset to the beach abd back. I was in a club that had some rules for group riding and I was used o a bit of discipline. One time (once was enough!) I let them talk me into going along. It wasn't a club ride, it was a bloody road brawl. Instead of holding their position, it was more like they were racing. At stoplights, they scattered and several would drop as far back as they could because this one character had a problem with stopping and would haul a$$ up the middle running over peoples feet! On this particular night, he scraped his pipes on a curb a couple of times and was really proud of himself because he had made it all the way to the beach without falling for once. I waited for them to leave, then went home a different way.
