James F. Gauss, Ph.D.
May 5, 2025
BOND SLAVES: Confessions of Hard Core Bikers
This book is about real-life people who have overcome many obstacles in their lives. The obstacles included many types of addictions, which are the most difficult to overcome. Their lives were destructive to themselves, their families, and to most anyone they came in contact with. BUT, when these men realized the love and grace of Jesus Christ, they were able to transform their lives from being self-destructive into men who made a positive difference in this world. I was impressed by their transformation and it did not end there. They wanted other bikers in similar situations to experience what they had–the love of Jesus Christ and His transforming power. I was also impressed by the wives of some of these men–how they would not give up on their man and how they were used by God to literally save their lives and souls. The book is very well written and I highly recommend it!
Rebecca Puig
The following is an excerpt from chapter one of the Bond Slaves.
They thundered into a small central Minnesota town of 4,000 on a Friday evening in May. They came from nearby cities and towns and from faraway places like Oklahoma, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa and Manitoba, Canada. Some had ridden their bikes non-stop for twelve hours or more, while putting new meaning to the phrase “saddle sore.” They roared in with an air of authority and command on their vintage and late model Harleys. They donned nicknames and vest patches of “Horse”, “Slim”, “Deacon”, “Blade”, “Bulldog”, “Scrounge”, “Bear”, “Pottsey”, “Catfish” and “Quasimoto.” They were bearded and bald; long-haired, with ponytails and braids; fully tattooed and scarred; sunburned; wind-burned and leathery-skinned; some sported earrings, bandannas, black leather chaps and white-ringed eyes, but all wore obligatory insignias emblazoned on their blue denim or black leather vests.
Their mission: the annual spring rally for their biker brotherhood. Was this a concert for a new heavy metal group?
Were they here to trash the town? Would they come and go peacefully? Despite the hundreds of well-throttled motorcycles (pronounced motorsickles by the motorcycle “elite”) roaring up and down Main Street and through residential neighborhoods, the local citizenry seemed to be unusually at peace with this bunch of outwardly displayed misfits. They were “hard core” bikers. More importantly, they were HCFJ or “Hard Core for Jesus” and they were here for the Memorial Day weekend rally.
As the majority of the 120-member clubbers, their wives and children arrived that Friday evening at an Assembly of God church, the air echoed with the rumble of motorcycles as dozens of burly men gave each other affectionate bear hugs and warm brotherly greetings. A seven o’clock worship service was planned but it did not start until after eight, as members anxiously awaited the late arrival of other club brothers—some of whom had been riding all day or since the previous day to arrive at this all-important destination.
As they arrived one-by-one or in small groups, in some ways they were reminiscent of an “over-the-hill” gang of portly, pot-bellied, middle-aged plus balding men struggling to take that last ride of their youth into the sunset. But looks in this case were definitely deceiving. Despite their appearance it became increasingly clear as the weekend advanced, that this was no ordinary bunch of motorcycle buffs or has-been outlaw bikers. These were men of serious intent; men with a mission in heart and soul. Drugs and alcohol were absolutely forbidden—whether you were a club member or not—and not a swear word was heard all weekend. Only a few even lit up a cigarette over the three-day event.
As each biker arrived, they carefully backed their shiny (and mostly Harley Davidson) motorcycles into a semi-circle, facing inward. From a distance it presented an impressive display of biker hardware. With closer inspection, one could see that in addition to the mandatory Harley Davidson insignia, many bikes were carefully and skillfully hand-painted or decorated with decals of Christian themes or sayings. There were slogans such as “On Loan From God”, “God Rules”, “Jesus Happens”, “Jesus Loves Bikers Too” on almost every flat or nearly flat surface of a bike; hand-painted or decal art depicting Jesus with a crown of thorns, or a gas tank ablaze with “Jesus is Lord” or an old rugged cross over a red-flaming eagle.
Around eight, the call to worship went forth and over 200 filed into the small church to participate in a rousing contemporary worship. It was lead by a quickly assembled and briefly practiced “garage band—an assortment of acoustic and bass guitars, drums, and a harmonica. This was no “sit-in-the-pew-and-entertain-me” crowd, but a group on fire for the Lord where boisterous singing and enthusiastic synchronized clapping was fully encouraged and nearly impossible to resist. . . .
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