Actual 81 parties are crazy as shit though, more drugs and whores than you will ever see in your life
Dude, I once got invited to one of their parties at the compound, but I wimped out.
There was a club called The Wrecking Machine MC in Hawaii that was slowly turning into a H.A. club. They flew red and white colors.
Like I said, I didn't go to the party, but from what I could tell:
1. There was more than enough barbecue for everyone to eat. Courtesy of the club.
2. Stripper poles in every room of the clubhouse. TOP SHELF strippers from the best gentlemens' clubs were invited.
3. Drugs? All you want and then some. Same for booze.
The big caveat (and they were CLEAR ABOUT THIS) was 'Always Us First'.
Meaning, know your place and don't dick around on the property. Don't even look at someone the wrong way.
It's probably from my PTSD, but I have a resting face that people mistakenly think is aggressive, and I've gotten punched for it in the past. I didn't want to risk it at a biker club where I'd get beaten into a coma because of a misunderstanding.
I do regret not going, though.