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too old for this; when are you going to give up the life?” Parente, he said, laughed and replied: “It’s the only thing I know.”
    And he was not shy about expressing his association with the club. “He was on his bike all the time,” Harris said. “And he wore a lot of jewelry. Not just the Harley stuff all the other guys wore, but always things with the Outlaws logo on them; he was very proud to be part of the club.”
    One of the pieces of jewelry was inscribed with the initials GLGC, Outlaws parlance for “Good-Looking Guys Club” — which is what they liked to call themselves. Although the transition from Satan’s Choice to Outlaws was mostly smooth, there was a minor war between the Hamilton Outlaws and their former brothers in the Kitchener Satan’s Choice that left one dead on each side before a truce was established.
    There was another problem in Hamilton, a more racially mixed city at the time than any other in Ontario, that involved the Good-Looking Guys Club. Although they weren’t actually Satan’s Choice members, three men, friends of Parente’s — Lloyd Blaquierre, Freddie Weise and Michael Bierce — were very close to the Hamilton members of Satan’s Choice, and, according to some, looked like they could eventually become full-patches. But there was a problem — they were black. “The Outlaws said it was whites-only, and they had to abide by that,” said Harris. “So those guys were out; you could be Jewish or Mexican, but you just couldn’t be black.”
    So Blaquierre, Weise and Bierce formed their own club. It was officially known as the No-Name Motorcycle Club, but the phrase “Not So Good-Looking Guys Club” was spray-painted on the alley-side wall of the old Cannon Street East storefront they used to rent.
    According to Harris, Parente and the newly minted Hamilton Outlaws continued to associate and party with the Not So Good-Looking Guys Club, but “they sure didn’t like that name.” It wasn’t to last, though. The trio later beat a man to death one night over a long-forgotten dispute and dumped his body in Hamilton Harbour. Their subsequent arrests led to the little club’s extinction.

    Over those same years, Stadnick climbed the biker ladder in an entirely different way.
    Although both were from Hamilton, Parente and Stadnick would consider themselves from different places. You have to consider the social geography of the city. Hamilton is built at the western end of Lake Ontario, and is divided by an escarpment the locals call “the Mountain.” Created by the retreating glaciers thousands of years ago, it’s not a mountain in the traditional sense, but a nearly vertical cliff that separates two plains. The main part of Hamilton is very flat, then the escarpment lifts about 300 nearly vertical feet and the rest of the city is on another flat plain. The major north-south streets of the city continue up the cliff, but they have the prefix “Upper” added to their names; Ottawa becomes Upper Ottawa atop the mountain, Gage becomes Upper Gage and so on.
    Walter “Nurget” Stadnick

    Those who live on the Mountain generally consider those in the rest of the city (which they call “Downtown”) to be more ethnic, densely packed and poorer; while those below the Mountain (which they simply call “Hamilton,” saving the title “Downtown” for the busiest and oldest part of the city) generally consider their neighbors 300 feet up to be suburban, unsophisticated and boring. Although they share a city, the two groups don’t mix all that much, although some Mountain residents work down the hill and — before Downtown fell into decay, and malls on the edges of town took over — many of them did their shopping and enjoyed the nightlife down there.
    While Parente lived Downtown — doubly so, as he lived in neighborhoods in or