A club is supposed to stick together, right? That's what I thought. My wife & I used to belong to The Voodoo Kings, from outside Chicago. We were at the Ducktail Run a week ago. I had just finished a character-building weekend of cold, rain, & 3 straight days of flamethrowing. (I even made it to the final round of the flamethrower competition!) Anyway, the club caravanned everywhere. We were heading out of the park that Saturday night. My car was running like CRAP. I was afraid I broke something. (I was a little hard on 'er in the contest). I pulled over. ONE GUY pulled over with us. Everyone else continued to the Bed & Breakfast we stayed at. The guy who stopped is a stand-up guy, but he doesn't know a lot about mechanics. I'm no expert either. After a while, one of the girls called on the cell to see if everything's OK. I said I DON'T KNOW. I pulled the dipstick & the oil was so thin, it had bubbles in it. In the dark, it was hard to see if it had water in it. It didn't. I pulled the plugs. They were blacker than black. I wire-brushed them, put them back in, & headed back to the B&B, running slightly less rough. I was furious when we got back. I walked in, said nothing. At breakfast the next morning, I said nothing. When I was done, i told my wife I needed to head out to get new plugs & oil, hoping that was the fix. The auto parts stores in Marion, IN don't open until 9 on Sunday. While looking for a parts store, I passed the caravan heading out of town without me. Now granted, we said we didn't want to leave right away on Sunday, but is it too much to ask for some support when we're having troubles? Twice? We considered these people our close friends. On Monday, I e-mailed the Voodoo Queen, quitting the club. She had no apologies. "I'm sorry you feel that way." She said that if we'd asked, they would have stopped. That shouldn't have been necessary. Any of my buddies in other clubs would have stopped without a second thought. On the generous side, she decided to refund our $50 each for Dickies work jackets with one color screen. Somebody's not making money under the table? In fact, the Voodoo King caravan pulled over on a busy freeway to help a friend who almost lost his cruiser skirt. (By the way, we left Chicago at 4 am so as to get premium spots, which ended up being saved anyway.) I showed up at their cruise night this past Saturday with the jackets. Nobody in the club said a word to me. They had one of the guys in the club do a little fire. Nobody asked me. Nobody from the CLUB asked me. My friends did, so I did. Nobody in the club even looked over. Larry (Pyro 52), the president & his side kick walked over & offered me $20 for my drag plate. OK. I was gone. What a change from people who we once considered friends. A quote fron a friend who offered us a spot as the first car in his scooter club applies : The deepest circle of hell is reserved for deserters & mutineers." Maybe they considered me a mutineer, since I was stealing a little of his flamethrowing spotlight. I've been called an asshole before. That's OK. Too bad he didn't have the balls to kick me out.