Yellow Jackets MC- Owned by None

09/13/2026

YJMC 2026 Nationals is in the books! History continues to be made!

08/19/2026

History time!

07/04/2026

07/04/2026

Always good to get out on the open road, meet new folks and see the beauty that is Arizona, even if it is hot. Plan the ride around what you can control and let the ride take you! We had some detours from this planned route but that's what it is all about!🤣

04/03/2026

Late post but had a great weekend last week riding! Took some brothers from Texas to see Southern Arizona. Great times!

03/20/2026

02/12/2026

Had a great time in California this weekend at the David Mann Chopperfest! Thanks to the brother Wolfman of the Crash Inn chapter for showing me a great time!

01/10/2026

This one Is a repost, but a damn good one.

A story from an old brother named “Greaser”, with a short lesson.

I wrecked pretty bad when I raced in the BaJa in Cali. When I shattered my leg, I had a spiral break that should have been a "compound" , Bone poking through the skin kind of thing. Anyhow, I had to use a wheelchair for a bit.

Before that accident, my go to move was to go to the bar, get a buzz, grab a chick, show her a swing move or three, and take her home.. easy three step program: smash, gash and dash.

This was problematic after the race when I was in the wheelchair. My game was absolutely fu**ed, nobody wants to bang a cripple, right?

But my brother “HotRod” took it upon himself to be my personal wheel chair chauffeur whenever we were around each other. I didn't have to roll anywhere, He was pushing me.

This was awesome and I truly appreciated the bro-love that he brought me, but it truly culminated at a bar, one night, called the rusty beaver.

Some old slackjawed rusty dusty h***y tonk, where the ladies were hitting on ole HotRods pretty ass, and he was wing manning for me.

Not only did this glorious so**********ch wingman, he included and introduced me to the chicks that were flocking to him, he, when I asked one of them to dance, picked me up, out of my wheelchair and held me up while I showed her the old Greaser swing steps.

The man stood behind me, ten toes on God's green earth and propped my crippled ass up while I was drunkenly dancing with fat chicks, to help me get laid.

If that ain't a brother, then IDK what is.

Moral of this story is, I’d rather be holding up a drunk, crippled brother……..than bitching about him. There are a lot of “dudes” out there that live to stick that knife in a back, or talk smack behind a man’s back that they call “Brother”, instead of holding him up.

Hold your Brothers up, sometimes all they need is a little support.

-Relic