C O B B Society of Western Massachusetts, Inc.
Welcome to the COBB Society of Western MA website.       We are NOT an M/C or an R/C, nor do we ever intend to be !       We are a Society of imperfect individuals who, to one degree or another, have had an 'imperfect riding incident' on a motorcycle, yet we are simply unwilling to stop doing that which we love, and continue riding.       EXPERIENCE   +   RIDING   +   FELLOWSHIP   +   FUN   =   C. O. B. B.       End of Story.


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Dated: 08/10/2008

Notice to all COBBers

C.O.B.B. Western MA, Inc. existing members are requested to be patient as an unusual situation, which has been thrust upon us, unfolds. (RE: The termination, by the copyright holder, Jimmy Trotta, of "Crippled Old Biker Bastards", as an international society.)

At the C.O.B.B. Western MA, Inc. membership meeting held today, it was decided that, as a Society, we will for the time being, continue to operate exactly as we have been since our inception. We will however, be looking closely at how the other COBB "Chapters" proceed, and may, at some point, commit to those changes that we may deem necessary to the continued solvency of our local society and the original ideals upon which we were founded.

We are still accepting new local member applications, and anyone wishing to apply as a new member, is certainly welcome to do so.

As far as we are concerned, nothing has occurred that requires any immediate, or drastic changes, with regards to our current operation.

The WebBastard


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Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance

 

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The future that awaits our Society I'm certain exceeds the imagination of any of us, least of all our founding father Jimmy [Trotta]. What a great idea those guys came up with. All change is not progress, but progress cannot be attained without change. There are more motorcycles today than ever, yet for the most part membership in relative organizations and clubs is on the decline. The world is ready for something new and different. I believe with every fiber in my body that [this Society] is the answer, and the difference, if we keep on the right track, and keep on keeping on.
Newt Neuciler, President, Chapter One


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Respect is the Name of the Game!

What is C.O.B.B. Society?

C.O.B.B. is an elite Society of bikers who have overcome the fear of riding after a crash, and we all know that Crashing Sucks!  The difference is, we are persistent, positive thinking people, who continue to ride after a road casualty.  We have overcome the fear of falling through our desire to ride, and that is a huge Success!  This is our common bond for Cobberodity. Our society is strictly about fun and the good ole days.  It was created so Cobbers alike could communicate and gather all over the world of their own free will and with no commitment.  We are a casual society that opposes all controversy and are strictly social for our passion of riding.  We would like to hear your stories and perils of the road and make them available to share with Cobbers all over the world.  Ride Till You Rot!

We are not a Motorcycle Club, nor do we have intentions of becoming one. We are merely a Society of imperfect people who due to the fault of ourselves, or others, are bound together by the fact that we have “to one degree or another, had an imperfect riding incident on a motorcycle. 

Our Society's GOLDEN RULE

Respect is the name of the game, give it and you will receive it. Remember, we are NOT a motorcycle club or riding club, we're a society.  Better known as a Social Club. We do not subscribe to anything but our own stupidity. Individual people may have individual "associations" with other entities. Those are strictly personal and have absolutely nothing to do with our C.O.B.B. Society.  COBBers are friends to all riders, no matter their affiliation, race, color or creed.  C.O.B.B.  Society remains neutral and has no affiliations with any other organization. We are the guys that have overcome our fear, ruffed off our ego's, and after brushing ourselves off and are still on the hog after all these years. AGE + EXPERIENCE  + RIDING = C.O.B.B.  That's all there is to it, and that's what we are all about! Please keep this in mind at all times.  We've been around the block a few times to say the least. Which has given us the experience to know we have nothing to prove and respect what everyone around us is doing. And riding is what has brought on all of this wonderful Cobbrodity! So let's keep it that way!  This is not a suggestion. Party in Peace!

C.O.B.B. Society Chapters

We have received requests from all over the world for C.O.B.B. Society Chapters. It takes an incredible amount of effort and organization to start a Chapter. (Ask Newt, president of Chapter One, the last time he’s had a day off and he's retired).  If you are interested in starting a Chapter, get to know other Cobbers in your area and spread the word of C.O.B.B. Ride together in the name of C.O.B.B. 

Starting a COBBUNITY

C.O.B.B. members, these are suggestions to get you on your way to starting a Chapter!

  1. Find other Cobbers in your area and get started!
  2. Take the time to get together, life's short.
  3. Spread the word! Riding after a crash is a success!
  4. Meet a certain amount of times a month.
  5. Form fundraisers and parties we would be happy to spread the word for you.
  6. Create low dollar food fun, and lies to get together. Corn boils, crawfish, potatoes ...
  7. Create your own meeting spot.
  8. Pass time with story telling and bobbing for French fries.
  9. PAY ATTENTION TO THE GOLDEN RULE .

"Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death..."
Hunter S. Thompson



















 
The Biker's Creed:

I ride because it is fun.
I ride because I enjoy the freedom I feel from being exposed to the elements, and the vulnerability to the danger that is intrinsic to riding.
I do not ride because it is fashionable to do so.
I ride my machine, not wear it. My machine is not a symbol of status. It exists simply for me, and me alone.
My machine is not a toy. It is an extension of my being, and I will treat it accordingly, with the same respect as I have for myself.
I strive to understand the inner-workings of my machine, from the most basic to the most complex.
I will learn everything I can about my machine, so that I am reliant upon no one but myself for its health and well being.
I strive to constantly better my skill of control over my machine. I will learn its limits, and use my skill to become one with my machine so that we may keep each other alive. I am the master, it is the servant. Working together in harmony, we will become an invincible team.
I do not fear death. I will, however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. Fear is the enemy, not death. Fear on the highway leads to death, therefore I will not let fear be my master. I will master it.
My machines will outlive me. Therefore, they are my legacy. I will care for them for future bikers to cherish as I have cherished them, whoever they may be.
I do not ride to gain attention, respect, or fear from those that do NOT ride, nor do I wish to intimidate or annoy them. For those that do not know me, all I wish from them is to ignore me. For those that desire to know me, I will share with them the truth of myself, so that they might understand me and not fear others like me.
I will never be the aggressor on the highway. However, should others mess with me, their aggression will be dealt with in as severe manner as I can cast upon them.
I will show respect to other bikers more experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will learn from them all I can. However, if my respect is not acknowledged or appreciated, it will end.
I will not show disrespect to other bikers less experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will teach them what I can. However, if they show me disrespect, they will be slapped.
It will be my task to mentor new riders, that so desire, into the lifestyle of the biker, so that the breed shall continue. I shall instruct them, as I have been instructed by those before me. I shall preserve and honor traditions of bikers before me, and I will pass them on unaltered.
I will not judge other bikers on their choice of machine, their appearance, or their profession. I will judge them only on their conduct as bikers. I am proud of my accomplishments as a biker, though I will not flaunt them to others. If they ask, I will share them.
I will stand ready to help any other biker that truly needs my help.
I will never ask another biker to do for me what I can do for myself.
I am not a part-time biker. I am a biker when, and where ever I go. I am proud to be a biker, and hide my chosen lifestyle from no one. I ride because I love freedom, independence, and the movement of the ground beneath me. But most of all, I ride to better understand myself, my machine, the lands in which I ride, and to seek out and know other bikers like myself.

Live today like to tomorrow may never come

[Author Unknown]


I Saw You, Did You See Me?

I saw you;
          hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
You didn't see me;
          put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you;
          pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
You didn't see me;
          playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you;
          change your mind about going into the restaurant.
You didn't see me;
          attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you;
          roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
You didn't see me;
          driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you;
          frown at me when I smiled at your children.
You didn't see me;
          when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you;
          stare at my long hair.
You didn't see me;
          and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you;
          roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
You didn't see me;
          and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you;
          look in fright at my tattoos.
You didn't see me;
          cry as my children were born and having their name tattooed on my skin and in my heart.

I saw you;
          change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
You didn't see me;
          going home to be with my family.

I saw you;
          complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
You didn't see me;
          when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you;
          yelling at your kids in the car.
You didn't see me;
          pat my child's hands knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you;
          reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
You didn't see me;
          squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you;
          race down the road in the rain.
You didn't see me;
          get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you;
          run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
You didn't see me;
          trying to turn right.

I saw you;
          cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
You didn't see me;
          leave the road.

I saw you;
          waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
You didn't see me;
          I wasn't there.

I saw you;
          go home to your family.
You didn't see me;
          because I died that day you cut me off.

To you I was just a biker, not a person, with a family and friends.

[Author Unknown]


 

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