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Old friends

admin — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:15:14 +0000

We got a surprise visit from an old friend today. This fella I used to call my “protege”, due to the fact he actually paid attention when he was growing up and I was around. Always wanted to see how things were done, willing to get right in there and learn about whatever was available. He wound up pretty much following in my footsteps so to speak. became a bike mechanic, built his own Harley and rode the old girl all over, wore her like a second skin, believes, to this very day, in our biker lifestyle. Old school scooter tramp lifestyle, not like the yuppie wannabes or the posers or the weekend warrior types. real people, and good for his word. Anyway, he even looks like me, down to the balding factor, although he is a bit younger than myself, he did go bald faster than I did anyway. Love the guy, he’s like an uncle to my girls and a brother to my ol’ lady. We sat and gabbed a bit and while he was there another blast from the past called on his cell phone and when he handed me the phone the ol’ gal recognized my voice immediately. I really have to get back to good health so I can get back on the road and in the game again. Not that I’m totally out of the loop or anything, but it’d be nice to get back to the level of fear and respect I once so thoroughly enjoyed. besides, I’ve not yet reached the point where I’d not be considered sexually attractive by some of these younger split-tails that seem to continue to be thrilled by bad-boy types on motorcycles. After all, I’m married, not dead! Come to think of it, I’d really like to hear from some of the folk me and the ol’ lady used to know back in the day when we traveled the country and worked the titty bars. If for no other reason then to know they’re still kickin’ and see where life has taken them to this point. Hell, I’m sure there are a few that think us from time to time and wonder the same thing.

Just Ranting!

admin — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 22:53:14 +0000

First off, marriage is not something that can determine the sincerity of your relationship. It does in fact, change the entire outlook of life in general of the one you chose to propose to! If your lady ever tells you that she’ll not be changed by that little piece of paper…RUN! The bitch is lying through her teeth. She may not know it at the time, but trust me here my friends, they ALL change! Once you’ve committed yourself to a woman, they have you by the balls. Literally! Don’t get me wrong here, I truly do love my wife, hell, after over thirty years together It has to be love, either that or I’ve been emasculated in my sleep and hypnotized into citizenry beyond my control. My advice to any aspiring husbands to be…is run dude, run!

Not Quite What Was Expected

admin — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:56:02 +0000

The ol’ lady and I took our girls and two of our youngests friends out to the water on Father’s Day weekend so that we might enjoy a few days of relaxation. It didn’t quite turn out the way she had expected. What with all the stress she’s under handling just about anything and everything , she didn’t quite appreciate everybody telling her “not” to do so much. She felt like everyone was criticising her every move in voicing their opinions on whatever she said, or so it seemed to her. In all actuality they were just a bit overly concerned that she was ruining her health by doing so much. What they can’t seem to comprehend is that she likes doing things for people less fortunate then ourselves. We’ve both pretty much been that way from way before we even met, we’re scooter folk for crissakes. We know what it’s like to be down and nearly out. Our people have helped us in times of need and it’s only natural to reach out when you can and assist a fella or a dame in need. Especially if they have kids. Never suffer the innocent we believe.

Never judge a book by its cover

admin — Mon, 26 May 2008 15:52:04 +0000

“See us here we heathen type
smoking evil weed from homemade pipe
with greasestained jeans
and unkempt hair
a big ol’ “hawg”
and no underwear

filthy mouths and wicked minds
a form of life of the lowest kind
we fornicate, we fight
we ride, we lust

we eat like pigs
no-one we trust

uncouth, unclean, uncaring we
and naught but this they ever see
so we flip the bird
and laughing shout…

” WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT!”

The wonder behind the “Thunder”

admin — Sat, 24 May 2008 15:42:01 +0000

Memorial day always brings out a bit of angst in me. Don’t get me wrong here, after all, I’m a two service vet with two honorable discharges. And I fully support the actions of those members of the new Rolling Thunder crowd that commemorate the service of veterans everywhere and so show their support with this annual run to the wall and all. But what tics me off ever so slightly is this rolling thunder claims of their all being there for the first rolling thunder! That, my friends, is a load of bull! For one thing, the first event took place a few years earlier then when they’re claiming it did. Not only that, but the first run was over a helmet protest and simply escalated from there. Hell, the “Wall” hadn’t even been built for crissakes! The reason I know this was because I myself was there. The idea originated in the nudie bars in DC where many of us congregated at the time. The original crew were made up of one per-centers and radical independents, the unrecognized motorcycle society that so few wish to acknowledge. But like so many factions of our world, it has been turned to other meanings, much like the “Hog Riders” association taking the nickname of our Harleys and making it into some yuppie free for all, club patches and the whole nine yards. So is the way of “Rolling Thunder”. They’ve managed to do much the same with the handle given to the sound of gathering sleds of an underground nation.

Well, more power to ‘em, let ‘em go for it. Watch as they try and make respectable a tiny section of our life. Only thing is, if you look close enough, what makes them up these days are simply part timers and weekend warriors, old taggers that’ve found a new release in an old world. Like I said before…there are so few of us left, you rarely see the reality of what lays hidden behind the facade of today’s so called, “bikers”!

“Split-Apart”

admin — Tue, 13 May 2008 17:26:05 +0000

There seems to be so few of us left. That is, people from my unrecognized society. Us Bikers, old timers, true one-per centers, radical independent nomads. and a half dozen other tags we’ve been given over the years. But there is your “ol’ lady”, not “old lady” but “ol’-lady”, (Trust me here, there is a difference), to whom you’ve committed yourself to, almost always but for a short period of time. But every so often, a man catches sight of his “split-apart”, that one special half of you that so few in life ever get the chance to know. Once the two halves make contact, there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, that could or would not be forgiven. The reason I bring this up is because of the ongoing drama being played out with the Hogans. You know, Hulk Hogan and family, from WWF to TV stardom etcetera, etcetera. Anyway they are being touted as the worlds perfect match, the clean family of moral standards, yada, yada, yada. Thing is is that ol Hulk had himself a little tryst with his daughters now ex-best friend and I guess ol wifey either walked in on them or the daughter did, never the less she is divorcing him over it. That’s when ya know the present love of your life just ain’t the one! I mean really, over a little indiscretion like humpin’ another woman?! Get real, and it works both ways too. Now I myself never did quite understand the concept of jealousy. Now I can see where a little light-hearted jealousy could possibly spice the relationship up a step or two when it comes down to it. But not the stupidity and grade school playground crap that we hear so much about these days. Forget it, it’s really pretty simple. If the love you hold for each other is pure in its essence and you have truly committed yourselves one unto the other, then there is no question as to the possibility that something or someone could come between the two, (or three), of you. (I had to add the “three” cause ya just never know!).

Anyway, your split-apart is the one mate you’ll grow old with, that is, if either of you is fortunate enough to even get to a ripe old age. Why, every indiscretion, every disagreement, all differences of opinion or beliefs, even any action that could possibly hurt one or the other’s feelings…is completely forgivable! Now this doesn’t mean you won’t suffer the consequences of your actions. Just means she’s gonna forgive for dallying with that waitress down at the diner right as shes swinging the baseball bat at your head!

Below is myself and my lovely “split-apart” of over 30 years now!