WARHOGS 
In 1975 Rastus and Poppy first met in a flurry of fists and feet, becoming inseperable and lifelong mates shortly after.
Chopping down old 'bikes to ride around Bricknell estate in Hull their lives, and those of their associates, revolved around all aspects of motorcycling.
With typical teenage aspiration they wanted a name for their little band of brothers, and before long the Warhogs first saw the light of day.
Eventually life moved on, people moved out and priorities change. For Rastus and Poppy, though, the idea of reforming the Warhogs was always simmering on the back burner.
On December 23rd 2006 a very aggressive form of cancer took Poppy away at the age of 44. After the funeral his mates resolved to ensure that he would never fade from memory, and then.....
One dark night.....
..... as the wind howled and horizontal rain pounded the windows of the Raghead & Bullet Inn, a tribe of drunken middle-aged men, infused with the wisdom and bravado that only a litre of Smirnoff apiece can bestow, regaled all around them with tales of 'bikes, booze, bonding, brawling and bonking throughout he turbulent '70s.
As if by magic a common (as fuck!) thread emerged among those gathered.
"We all piss in the same fuckin' pot! Always 'ave done!" came the cry from amid what appeared to be a stinking discarded pile of fly-blown denim, hair and leather.
In that instance of wisdom from the most unlikely source the juvenile '70s Hull-based biker club the 'Warhogs' was resurrected.
Bollocks anyway! You've got to be pretty fucking stupid to fall for that twice!
So here we are........
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