"A drinking club with a Historical problem." Some of the finest eccentrics that I've ever met were Clampers. Two of them made what might have been a very, very dull and tedious evening in Packsaddle campground (wondering where my co-worker had disappeared to, with my bike) one of my favorite memories of riding Downieville.
We're running kinda thin on Clampers in my neck of the woods currently. I have had people come to my front door and ask about mine when they've seen it parked under my shed though.