My name is Sleepywolf. If you know me, you already know I have never been the first one up in the morning. I have missed alarms, overslept runs, and been the last one through the door more times than I care to admit. That is where the name comes from. And I wear it with no shame — because the wolf who oversleeps still wakes up a wolf.
I want to tell you how this club came to be. Not the formal version — the real one. Because if you are holding this Bible, you deserve to know where it started.
I was a young pup who found his way into the orbit of one of the most remarkable people I have ever known — the founder of the Xtreme Vixens MC, Shizuka Samurai. She was not just a rider. She was a leader, a teacher, a force of nature wrapped in purple and white. She did not have to take me in. But she did. She saw something in me before I saw it in myself, and she invested in me the way you invest in someone you love — without keeping score and without asking for anything back.
What grew between us was not mentorship in the traditional sense. It became something closer. Something like siblings. A brother and a sister bound not by blood but by the road, by the Set, by late nights talking about what this life really means and what it asks of you. She taught me protocol. She taught me respect. She taught me what it means to build something that outlives the moment you are standing in.
Shizuka Samurai is eternal. She does not watch from a distance or from memory — she is present, always, in every ride we take, every decision we make, every time a new member reads these words for the first time. She is the great Shizuka Samurai — eternal Xtreme Vixen — and she is always watching over this pack.
She extended her hand to me as a brother club. She blessed the Ghostpack into existence. She gave us our colors — purple and white — her colors, shared in love, shared in honor, shared in the bond we built together. And she gave us the XV on our patch, so that no matter how large this club grows, no matter how many years pass, every set of eyes that lands on those three wolves will know where we came from and who made us possible.
That is the Ghostpack origin story. It is a love story, really. Not the romantic kind — the deeper kind. The kind forged on two wheels, built through trust, sealed with a blessing from someone who is legend and who walks among us still — eternal, present, watching.
“Without the Xtreme Vixens there is no Ghostpack. Without Shizuka Samurai, there is no me. And so her name lives on our backs — eternal.”
Now I want to speak to you directly — whoever you are, wherever you are in your journey with this club.
Whether you found this Bible as a hang-around who just got invited to your first ride, a Prospect sweating through their first six months, or a full patched member who has worn these colors for years — this document was written for you. All of you. It is my voice speaking to yours across whatever distance of time separates us.
I built this club because I believed in the power of the pack. I believed that people who ride together, who show up for each other, who hold the line back to back — they are capable of something extraordinary. Not just on the road. In life. In the moments that test you and the moments that define you.
What I am handing you is not just a set of rules. It is a way of living. A code. A promise. And it starts with this:
I am not alone. I am Ghostpack.
— Sleepywolf, Founder, Ghostpack RC Nation
