They start shooting, we turn our gas canisters into "molitov cocktails".
"New Orleans, made it through the hurricane, could not survive the firestorm caused by MadMax storm troopers on two wheels".....
Seriously, we would avoid the metro areas, there were plenty of other towns in Katrina that FEMA neglected.
And we are only there for "first response duty", adopting a few stretches of highways, or maybe get ourselves deputized by some small town. If we did a few miracles, saved a few elderly or trapped, our whole forum would have a share in the glorystory.
People in Boston, Australia and Canada comment to our forum members "I saw a bike like yours on the telly", and they can boast "yeah, I know those crazy idiots"...
If a few of the major bulls**tters in the forum are "on the scene", our numbers will have magically swelled, rumors become rampant.
There may only be five or ten of us at the first storm, but somehow those bikes keep showing up on TV. We can't do blizzards, and most hurricanes disappear from the television within 10 days.
Once we rescue a few grandmas from the rooftops, cut a few limbs, and the insurance folks roll in while the TV crews pull out, we vanish back into the our normal dull existences.
Major Tom and Deputy Dawg would be on the west coast, finding us some ham radio operator to let us camp in his yard. We send those guys our videos and pix, they saturate the media, "it seems like these crazy bikes are EVERYwhere."
I'm simply saying "name the group, get the logo", and let's just try a category 2-3 type calamity as our first "function". A few walkie talkies, a couple of gallons of gas, Colonel Cookie with a clipboard........we have an adventure in 2007 and the mythology begins.
! Be upfront: We magically appear at hurricanes, to do good work and good deeds. Serious stuff-the first seven days. !
And the ulterior motive is to promote "bikes with engines", which is the FUN part, the final three days before we vanish.
Visualize this: By day seven of a storm, the "feel good stories" start hitting the airwaves. Well, we strike while the iron is hot, everytime we see a television crew we bungie cord small dogs to our bikes, parade by Anderson Cooper's CNN van......
Nothing like television footage of 10 bikes carrying around cute canines, the story writes itself.
If we are stuck in Louisiana anyway, and a medium alligator is handy, and we have duct tape and a skateboard, we just put it all together and send one of our younger members past the FOX-NEWS truck.
"What are you doing towing that alligator??"
"I dunno, Col. Cookie pulled me off manhole watching, told me to get all the gators away from our headquarters."
And our international forum is pointing at the television, "yeah, I know those idiots."