So, you’re asking about how to join the Mongols Motorcycle Club, huh? Let me tell you straight up, it ain’t like signing up for a gym membership or somethin’ easy like that. You don’t just walk in and fill out an application. From what I’ve seen and pieced together, it’s a whole different beast, a serious commitment, man.
It’s not about just liking bikes. Nah, it goes way deeper. These guys are a brotherhood, tight-knit, and they don’t just let anyone in. You gotta earn it, and earn it hard. Takes time, a lot of time, and they’re watching you every step of the way.
Now, how do I figure all this? Did I try to get in?
Nah, not my path. But I spent a good chunk of my life around bikes and the folks who ride ’em. Had a little workshop for a while, down near the industrial part of town. Nothing fancy, just a place where guys who were serious about their machines would come. I wasn’t part of any club, just a guy who knew his way around a wrench and an engine. You see a lot, you hear a lot in a place like that. Watched guys come and go, saw some tryin’ to get closer to clubs, not always the Mongols, but clubs with that same kinda intensity, you know?
First off, from what I gathered, you gotta hang around. A lot. You show up where they are, respectfully. You don’t push yourself on them. You make yourself known, but in a quiet way. You gotta be seen, regularly. It’s about them getting a feel for who you are, way before they even think about you as potential. You’re basically invisible at first, then maybe, just maybe, someone starts talkin’ to you.
Then there’s the whole support phase. I’ve seen guys wearing support gear for a club for ages. Years, sometimes. They’re showing loyalty, showing they’re serious, even before they’re prospects. They’re doing the grunt work, helping out at events, being there. It’s a long, slow burn to even get considered for the next step.
And your bike, man, your bike. It better be right. For a club like the Mongols, you’re probably looking at an American-made V-twin. And you better know how to ride it, and I mean really ride it, and keep it pristine. Your machine is part of you, shows your dedication.
If they even start considering you, then you hit the prospecting stage. And let me tell you, that’s where the real test begins. I’ve heard stories, seen guys go through it. It’s tough. You’re at the bottom of the totem pole. You do what you’re told, no questions asked. It’s about proving your loyalty, your heart, that you’re not gonna fold under pressure. It’s designed to weed out the guys who ain’t 100% committed. This can go on for a long, long time. Months, maybe a year, maybe more. There’s no set timeline.
And through all this, they’re watching your character. How you handle yourself. If you’re trustworthy. If you’re gonna be a brother to them, through thick and thin. It’s not just about showing up; it’s about showing who you really are. They gotta trust you with their lives, and that trust is built over a long, hard road.
So, yeah, “joining” ain’t the word. It’s more like being accepted after a hell of a long journey, proving you belong. It’s a full-on lifestyle change, not a weekend hobby. That’s the gist of what I’ve picked up from being on the edges of that world, just workin’ on bikes and listenin’ to the wind. It’s a serious path, and not one for everyone, that’s for damn sure.
