The legend begins today
The legend begins today
Gremium, this 1% pure spirit motorbike club has made its mark in the big league in just a few decades. In Europe as in the world, it was obvious that only special men could join this legendary club. A legend as black and white as their characters, as their colours. A saga that has recently been written in French. Indeed, this great country of the biker world could not escape its destiny for a long time and it has been welcoming the great Gremium family for a few years now.
A club is a story that is written with the heart, sweat and sometimes the blood of its members. This one is worthy of a novel. A book whose genesis goes back to long before the creation of this one and in which each of its members is a chapter of its own. If Gremium France is the tip of the sword, one must go back to the guard, to the youth of its founders to fully understand what we are dealing with.
A MOTORBIKE CLUB, ABOVE ALL A HUMAN STORY
The world of motorbike clubs draws its soul from rock’n’roll and rock draws its strength from the street. The street, these future pioneers of Gremium mc France have often imposed themselves there with their fists.
It all starts for them as teenagers and in gangs. In the early 80’s, anecdotes were running around about bikers and their stories of fights over colours in the back… Hardly ever told, these anecdotes were swept away by the street current. As we liked to rehearse along the pavements, at the exit of the bars and concert halls: “The motorbike rockies are over, the violence is over, now it’s the skins! ». It is true that in France some of the first bikers became gentrified, frequented the cartoonist Margerin and the singer Renaud, while others often haunted the courts. Ours are still on foot and wear a “biker”, they can still be found in Paris, in the Saint Michel district and in Les Halles. With closed fists, in the afternoon they protect “their territory”, in the evening they break into squats and concerts, at night they go down into the catacombs when they are not in police custody. In this jungle, our friends are more part of the Kruel pack than the Kebra gang…
A BEAUTIFUL AND REBELLIOUS ERA
But if the street is ferocious, it knows how to laugh at everything and also at itself. The time was beautiful and rebellious, it shines for them as much with the strass of the Palace as with the neon of the police stations. Everything had a festive air, everything was a joke to be told. It was in this atmosphere that what was to become a motorbike club was forged. There was Gilles, one evening handcuffed to the bench of a police station, who ripped him off in one go, turned him over his head and brandished him in front of the cops as much for defiance as to make fun of him. So he wants to shout to everyone that he is not a man in chains. There was Michel, the former teddy-boy who was wrongly accused of having wanted to kidnap Jean Luc L and who was just out of prison. There was Porky, a 140 kg wardrobe that nothing could stop, neither the blows of bats that he blocked with his forearms, nor a rugby pack that he faced, in one block, above the scrum. Then there was Mammouth, the former hooligan, as wide as he was tall, who came back from the PSG tribune to our gang and who lit up the evenings by his laughter and good humour. There was David, proud to be Burgundian as much as to refuse slavery (i.e. work) as he used to say. There was Luigi too, the faithful man who would do anything for his brothers. And then there was Fred, the Basque, who followed the movement, a former model who had managed to tire Mickey Rourke so much that he liked to party. And then there was Serge, the one they called Batskin, their leader, their future president.
A WILL AND ENCOUNTERS
Everybody knows that life is a sum of encounters, it is also a school of will. And, in the middle of the 90s, this gang met a Parisian Harley club. Some had the project, others had the desire and from this union was born the “MC Les Halles” in the heart of Paris. Within a few months they got permits and motorbikes and managed to take possession of a premises in the centre of the capital. A little longer will be the learning of the codes and spirit of this new environment. They proved, in this way, that integrating an MC is worth it, that one is not born a biker, it would be too easy, one becomes one. The bikers, bands born from the people and proud of it, cannot claim to be an aristocracy.
The first contacts are a bit rough. The club claims to be 1%, and nobody disputes them. The birth certificate of the “MC les Halles”, moreover, opposes six clubs to the newcomers in the same evening. The generation in the making is imposing itself. The others, out of spite, lined up 24 complaints against the newcomers and their president. The adventure and the rock’n’roll spirit which blew in this new club allowed a one-year escape before the complainants, one by one, withdrew their accusations. But it was only a momentary reprieve, Mammouth, Gilles, Luigi and Serge, each in turn and for different reasons, were caught up by the prison. The club was “frozen”. Locked up separately, they met up again when they were released and set off on new adventures. David and Serge teamed up to create a casino in El Salvador. Gilles provides security in the bar they still run in Paris.
The demon of the motorbike, takes them back at the beginning of the new millennium, Mammoth, David, Luigi, Gilles and Serge win with a new club name, “Berserker MC”. They set up their club-house at the Clignancourt flea market, this time.
THE DARK YEARS
But society has a stubborn grudge and does not embarrass itself, neither in law nor in truth, against those who do not want to live like it. The dark years begin, when Serge, David and some of his friends are regularly charged in sinister cases. Porky, surrounded by his madness, is more and more often interned. Serge, a time far from the motorbike world, despite systematic dismissals, bounces back from crazy and unfounded accusations into false press campaigns. One seeks to destroy, one fantasises assassinations and the burning of opposing premises. One would almost ask him for his alibi in the Kennedy affair… Horror and absurdity rub shoulders with the worst lies.
START ALL OVER AGAIN
It is in 2014 that everything starts all over again. Serge and his family can breathe again. He forms another club, the Praetorians mc, with what remains of the faithful, the last four, Gilles and Luigi to whom are added the new blood, Hugo and Bubsy then later Steph. This nucleus will soon have the honour of being the founder of the legend to come. Soon, many others will join them. In 2016, the machine accelerates and takes on an international dimension by joining the Black and White nation, the Gremium mc. Since then, each year marks a further step, 2018 the Prospects Gremium France become full members. 2019 sees the birth of a new chapter in Nancy. In 2020 the Nomads chapter is created in Reims and another in Bar-le-Duc.
In 2021 follow St Quentin, Amiens, Vichy.
Thus continues the adventure begun more than 30 years ago…
The legend begins today
The legend begins today
Gremium, this motorbike club with a pure 1% spirit, has established itself in a few decades in the big league. In Europe as in the world, it was obvious that only special men could join this legendary club. A black and white legend like their characters, like their colours. A saga that has recently been written in French.
Indeed, this great country of the biker world could not escape its destiny for a long time and it has been welcoming the great Gremium family for a few years now.
A club is a story that is written with the heart, sweat and sometimes the blood of its members. This one is worthy of a novel. A book whose genesis goes back to long before the creation of this one and in which each of its members is a chapter of its own. If Gremium France is the tip of the sword, one must go back to the guard, to the youth of its founders to fully understand what we are dealing with.
A MOTORBIKE CLUB, ABOVE ALL A HUMAN STORY
The world of motorbike clubs draws its soul from rock’n’roll and rock draws its strength from the street. The street, these future pioneers of Gremium mc France have often imposed themselves there with their fists.
It all starts for them as teenagers and in gangs. In the early 80’s, anecdotes were running around about bikers and their stories of fights over colours in the back… Hardly ever told, these anecdotes were swept away by the street current. As we liked to rehearse along the pavements, at the exit of the bars and concert halls: “The motorbike rockies are over, the violence is over, now it’s the skins! ». It is true that in France some of the first bikers became gentrified, frequented the cartoonist Margerin and the singer Renaud, while others often haunted the courts. Ours are still on foot and wear a “biker”, they can still be found in Paris, in the Saint Michel district and in Les Halles. With closed fists, in the afternoon they protect “their territory”, in the evening they break into squats and concerts, at night they go down into the catacombs when they are not in police custody. In this jungle, our friends are more part of the Kruel pack than the Kebra gang…
A BEAUTIFUL AND REBELLIOUS ERA
But if the street is ferocious, it knows how to laugh at everything and also at itself. The time was beautiful and rebellious, it shines for them as much with the strass of the Palace as with the neon of the police stations. Everything had a festive air, everything was a joke to be told. It was in this atmosphere that what was to become a motorbike club was forged. There was Gilles, one evening handcuffed to the bench of a police station, who ripped him off in one go, turned him over his head and brandished him in front of the cops as much for defiance as to make fun of him. So he wants to shout to everyone that he is not a man in chains. There was Michel, the former teddy-boy who was wrongly accused of having wanted to kidnap Jean Luc L and who was just out of prison. There was Porky, a 140 kg wardrobe that nothing could stop, neither the blows of bats that he blocked with his forearms, nor a rugby pack that he faced, in one block, above the scrum. Then there was Mammouth, the former hooligan, as wide as he was tall, who came back from the PSG tribune to our gang and who lit up the evenings by his laughter and good humour. There was David, proud to be Burgundian as much as to refuse slavery (i.e. work) as he used to say. There was Luigi too, the faithful man who would do anything for his brothers. And then there was Fred, the Basque, who followed the movement, a former model who had managed to tire Mickey Rourke so much that he liked to party. And then there was Serge, the one they called Batskin, their leader, their future president.
A WILL AND ENCOUNTERS
Everybody knows that life is a sum of encounters, it is also a school of will. And, in the middle of the 90s, this gang met a Parisian Harley club. Some had the project, others had the desire and from this union was born the “MC Les Halles” in the heart of Paris. Within a few months they got permits and motorbikes and managed to take possession of a premises in the centre of the capital. A little longer will be the learning of the codes and spirit of this new environment. They proved, in this way, that integrating an MC is worth it, that one is not born a biker, it would be too easy, one becomes one. The bikers, bands born from the people and proud of it, cannot claim to be an aristocracy.
The first contacts are a bit rough. The club claims to be 1%, and nobody disputes them. The birth certificate of the “MC les Halles”, moreover, opposes six clubs to the newcomers in the same evening. The generation in the making is imposing itself. The others, out of spite, lined up 24 complaints against the newcomers and their president. The adventure and the rock’n’roll spirit which blew in this new club allowed a one-year escape before the complainants, one by one, withdrew their accusations. But it was only a momentary reprieve, Mammouth, Gilles, Luigi and Serge, each in turn and for different reasons, were caught up by the prison. The club was “frozen”. Locked up separately, they met up again when they were released and set off on new adventures. David and Serge teamed up to create a casino in El Salvador. Gilles provides security in the bar they still run in Paris.
The demon of the motorbike, takes them back at the beginning of the new millennium, Mammoth, David, Luigi, Gilles and Serge win with a new club name, “Berserker MC”. They set up their club-house at the Clignancourt flea market, this time.
THE DARK YEARS
But society has a stubborn grudge and does not embarrass itself, neither in law nor in truth, against those who do not want to live like it. The dark years begin, when Serge, David and some of his friends are regularly charged in sinister cases. Porky, surrounded by his madness, is more and more often interned. Serge, a time far from the motorbike world, despite systematic dismissals, bounces back from crazy and unfounded accusations into false press campaigns. One seeks to destroy, one fantasises assassinations and the burning of opposing premises. One would almost ask him for his alibi in the Kennedy affair… Horror and absurdity rub shoulders with the worst lies.
START ALL OVER AGAIN
It is in 2014 that everything starts all over again. Serge and his family can breathe again. He forms another club, the Praetorians mc, with what remains of the faithful, the last four, Gilles and Luigi to whom are added the new blood, Hugo and Bubsy then later Steph. This nucleus will soon have the honour of being the founder of the legend to come. Soon, many others will join them. In 2016, the machine accelerates and takes on an international dimension by joining the Black and White nation, the Gremium mc. Since then, each year marks a further step, 2018 the Prospects Gremium France become full members. 2019 sees the birth of a new chapter in Nancy. In 2020 the Nomads chapter is created in Reims and another in Bar-le-Duc.
In 2021 follow St Quentin, Amiens, Vichy.
Thus continues the adventure begun more than 30 years ago…