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The Weasels are a drinking organization
with a motorcycle problem.

We're not good role-models for your chldren; we're not well-mannered. We're not organized enough to tie our own shoes. We are a gaggle of open-minded, large-mouthed, foul-smelling mustelids, societal misfits and jokesters who dwell in that gray area between outlandish behavior and outright criminality.

We enjoy getting together to party and to ride our Harley-Davidsons with total disregard for life, limb or personal property. We travel great distances in order to over-consume most anything brewed, fermented, or distilled.

Weasels make loud, obscene noises intended to frighten small children, old women, and politicians. We are an unsightly orange nuisance and are barred from many reputable drinking establishments in the state.

We're proud to be Weasels and are liberated by the lifestyle. We worked damned hard to get here... wherever the hell we are.

The Rocky Mountain Weasels are the one, only, and original Colorado Weasels.

Accept no imitations.

We are the cream of the crop and the scum of the earth... on top of the world and at the bottom of the barrel -- an oak one.

And although Weasels don't get, seek, nor deserve respect from anyone, we sure do have a hell of a lot of fun.

Mom is so proud!