Unless you accidentally stumbled onto this month's magazine, the chances are, you're reading this because you're a minitrucker. So you, like most of our readers, have a common bond with not only people across the United States, but people all over the world. If you've been reading the magazine for the past year, then by now you've realized that we have brothers and sisters in places like Japan, Australia, New Zealand and the UK, just to name a few. Our goals are all the same, to build the baddest trucks out there, and have fun while doing it.

Today, my column is not about our great world-wide community, though. Instead, I wanted to discuss truck clubs. I know not everybody out there is in a truck club, but a huge portion of you are in clubs. Truck clubs are not for everybody, I know a lot of us can agree on that. Some of you don't have time for clubs, or have other reasons why you choose not to partake in a club; but that doesn't make you any less of a minitrucker than the next guy. Recently, I read several forums throughout the internet about clubs. Some people are for them, and some people are against them. My belief is that no matter what your opinion is, you shouldn't knock somebody else's opinion if it's not the same as your own. After all, let's remember that we're all in this for the same reason, in the end, and how we choose to get there is our prerogative.

Over the past few years, the club scene in minitrucks has changed dramatically. It's not better and it's not worse; it's just different. When I was growing up in the '80s, in a suburb of Los Angeles named La Puente, I remember seeing a ton of truck clubs in the area. I had some close relatives who were in a club called, Cities Finest, which was primarily made up of Nissan 720s, and mostly static-dropped trucks. They must have had 50 members. I remember they were huge, but what I remember most is that they did everything together. They picnicked, went to the park and hung out, and enjoyed truck-club meetings, all together. These are the things that influenced me. And as I grew older, I knew I wanted to belong to a truck club. The problem was, most of my friends were not interested in trucks. So, what was a young guy seeking a club supposed to do? What I did was join an existing truck club called Forbidden Fantasy; even though I didn't know a soul in the club at the time. I took the initiative to go out and meet new people, because I wanted more out of minitruckin' than rolling solo.

In some of the forums lately, I've seen a lot of people say that if you go out and seek a club, then you're abandoning your friends. I don't agree with this theory. If anything, I believe you're making new friends, and opening new doors, and not abandoning old friends. The same goes for people from other countries who go out and seek other clubs. Just because there's already a club in your neighborhood, it doesn't mean it's the club for you.

I am a proud member of a truck club called No Regrets, and the goober that sits next to me, Mike, is a proud member of another club named Severed Ties. Our clubs are different in many ways and similar in many ways. Even though we don't roll the same sticker, we're still good friends. This is because we have a common bond. We're minitruckers, all of us, every member of these clubs, and other clubs like them. We have the same love for the lifestyle we call minitruckin', and that is the same bond that brings together all of the truck clubs in the world. That is something we all need to remember. So, next time your buddy says he thinks it's time for a change, instead of hating on him, wish him good luck, because you never know; you might be gaining some new friends out of the deal, as well.