I'd left my hometown seeking adventure.
I hadn't much ambition, my main aim being to find somewhere warmer where I could ride my motorcycle all year around. I saw my future as most men do, finding a steady job, eventually getting married and spitting out a couple of kids.
Fate seemed to comply, throwing into my path my soul mate only a few hundred miles from my home. But it wasn't to be. I'd found her, loved her then lost her, all in a matter of days.
I'd ridden on alone until the gods stepped in once again and put me in the sights of the Satan's Devils MC. Despite my initial reluctance, I was soon accepting the prospect patch, and from that point on, never looked back.
I rose through the ranks, eventually becoming prez of the Vegas Chapter of the club. I've gained respect and loyalty from my brothers, and in many ways have everything that I want.
Except, I've never quite lost my dream of finding my own old lady and of starting a family. But while life on the whole has been good to me, it seems my destiny is to ride through it alone.