Dirty Dozen Ironhead. This once very notorious club does not exist anymore in the States or anywhere else as far as we know.
Wait…newsflash! There is a new one in Denmark today! A new Dirty Dozen with no ties to the Original ones but a cool one nonetheless. More about that soon!
Sporty motor in a softail chopper frame.
Every sunday we meet and drink and eat together. Some take their kids, sunday is the family day. Often we just order food like Pizza or Spare Ribs but more and more times we have our own members cooking dinner. This time it was our guy Snickle. He and his wife have a Catering Company. In the pouring rain Snickle was barbequeing these spicey piri piri chicken. Man they were so fingerlicking good better then from any restaurant. Snickle, man, we decided you can stay!
‘So you think I like chicken, do I look like a guy who likes chicken?’ Latka sneaked in without anybody noticing him but Beer, haha.
It was a another great sunday. This time our member Nol took his mam and dad for dinner and a drink. On photo: Hond’s ol’ lady Sil taking time to chit chat with mum Van Zwieten just before we all got real drunk and silly.
Our member Bruut, strongest man in the Rogues, haha. While others are starting their chopper projects we have a totally different project to handle. We first have to finish our new place before we can start building again. But hey, we would not be true Rogues if we could not tackle this little issue.
We had plenty of members helping that day
Only one roof-side done, but it is already getting late, fuck, we have to hurry up.
We had to go on till dark because that roof had to be closed in one day. You know Holland right? Raining every day.
Roof on: Beer time! We do not have the money left to properly do the insides of the clubhouse so we will do that one small step at a time.