October 2012 Vol 1, Issue 5
Pinky’s
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Passion
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Inside: --Run with the Nuns --Rodney Pik e Caricatures --Haunted Places
The new Victory
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Based in Haughton, Louisiana, Serving the world!
Publisher: Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion LLC Editors: Mary Baker, Ric Baker Art Director: Kyle Hamaoka Proof Reader: Johnnie Covington Contributors: --Big Al --Ken Bingenheimer --Johnnie Covington --Michael Gardner --Lori Lambert Photography --Tony Nations --Rodney Pike --Mark Poesch --Amy Irene White --Marcie White --DJWomack --Rebel Wren Photography Subscription Information: Please email maric12@gmail.com Call 318-390-2814 Write to 600 Pine Cone Drive Haughton, LA 71037 or visit our website at http://pinkysmotorcyclepassion.com Pinky’s Passion Motorcycle Magazine is published every other month, Feb, Apr, Jun, Aug, Oct and Dec. Subscription rate US $30, Canada US $36 for six issues; US $50, Canada US $60 for 12 issues Individual issue rate is US $5, Canada $7 per issue On line subscription $15 per year Individual issue rate on line $3 per issue (*rates subject to change)
Letter from the Editor What a summer it was! We rode our Harleys all over the place, experienced new roads, locations and events, and best of all met new people along the way. The people we meet continues to be the primary reason we love what we do. People who know Pinky know she’s not a quiet person, and if you don’t introduce yourself, she’ll take the lead. But, when you’re a girl riding a Harley, that’s not usually a problem. People flock to you. We’ve met some of the best people at gas stations and restaurants who used the Harley as a conversation starter “nice bike you got there”, “whoo, Girl, you riding that?” or “ Be careful.” is frequent advice given by strangers, and “I used to ride” is often stated by the elderly generation. And as they speak the words you can see them transported back to a day when they were spry and had plenty of energy to ride the same roads we’re fortunate enough to ride today. You can sit and chat and listen to their stories of “back in the day”, and trust me, the time taken to let them relive those days often makes their day as they make a trip back in time. We always like to answer “Just makin’ memories” when asked the question “What you doing?” or “What are your plans this weekend?” And, that my friends, is our wish for you. Get out there and ride and make some memories of your own before it’s too late. Enjoy the sunshine, the moon light, the history, and the nature around you as you tour this great country. While you’re out there, stop and visit our advertisers. They’re the ones who help us bring this magazine to you. They’re the ones who help us all live the dream and make some memories for the later years when we may no longer be able to ride. Tell them Pinky sent you and sends her gratitude. All rights reserved. No part of its contents may be reproduced without written permission. Publisher assumes no responsibility and is not to be held liable for errors beyond the cost of the space occupied by the error, slander of any group or individual, failure to produce any issue as scheduled due to reasons beyond our control, any and all suits for liable, plagiarism, copyright infringement and unauthorized use of a person’s name or photograph. Opinions and claims made by advertisers and authors are their own, and do not necessarily represent the policy of Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion LLC.
On the Cover: Caricature by Rodney Pike titled Obama’s Nightmare. Rodney is a Louisiana native who hails from Baton Rouge and has made his fame in photoshop caricature Contact Pinky for advertising rates manipulation of famous persons. See story on pages 14-17. in Pinky’s Passion Motorcycle Magazine. maric12@gmail.com or call Find us on Facebook 318-390-2814 or 318-588-2567 facebook.com/pinkysmotorcyclepassion Visit us on line at: www.pinkysmotorcyclepassion.com
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Contents
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Devils Tower National Monument
14 Rodney Pike 18 Run with the Nuns Features
14-17 Rodney Pike Caricatures 18-19 Run with the Nuns 20-21 Actor, Michael Gardner 22-23 Camp Joy Marina 24-25 Racing was his life; fiction by DJ Womack 30 The Logan Mansion 31 Haunted Pizza 33 Fort Chaffee 38-39 A Victory Sampling; Demo Riding Three 2013s by Ken Bingenheimer 40 Mount Rushmore National Monument 41 Devils Tower National Monument 44-45 Ride with Big Al - Arkansas Hwy 7
Departments
4 Letters to the Editor 6-20 Louisiana Lagniappe 5 Legislation, gators and more 6 Giant Mailbox, Newellton, LA 9 The White House in Bossier City 27 For the Techies 28 Customs and Courtesies 29 Biker Slang 34-35 Biker Babe - Angela, Haughton, LA 42 Belief Behind the Bar - Tony Nations 43 Book Review: Bean’re Motorcycle Nomad 46 Safety with Mark Poesch, DC Motorcycle Examiner 47 Patriot Guard 47 Something Wicked This Way Comes... 48-49 Events 51 Big Al’s Diners; Becky’s Seafood Diner 52-53 Out and About 58-59 Humor 59 Advertiser Index
Lady Riders
7 Chrome Cowgirls 10 Highway to Heels; Amy Irene White 12-13 Rides by Johnnie Covington 23 Lady Riders - Chrome Cowgirls - LA Rider TV 28 From the Broom Closet; Fashion Editor Amy Irene White 50 The Bit*h on the Back by Marcie White 54-57 Sunny Daze
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August issue looks great. You are really good at being a magazine publisher (editor, writer, photographer, saleswoman, delivery driver, LOL). Thanks for letting me be a part of all this. Tony Nations Oh, Mary, I just finished ready part IV of “Sunny Daze” and it is fantastic!!! As I am reading it it’s like there is nothing else going on around me...it’s as if I am right there in the story as ever thing is going on. I so love the story, again I cannot wait until the next issue, but I will try to be patient. As with the other issues I have read, I now will be gathering up my gear and if you need me you know where to find me...at my mailbox waiting oh so patiently for Mr. Postman to bring me my next issue. I just know part V is going to be wonderful!!! Christy Folker I received my copy of “Pinkys” today. Jeannie and I read it cover to cover. What a great mag! entertaining and informative. I just want to thank you again for your feature on the High Park fire. And want to thank all your readers in advance for the help our volunteer fire dept is getting. Jim Key Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion Oct 2012
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LAGNIAPPE Gator This gator was taken out of one of the lakes on Barksdale Air Force Base in September. Weighing in at 400 pounds and 12’, this is one I wouldn’t want to run across in the wild. Barksdale is well known for their gator population, and although residents are warned not to feed them, many ignore the advice, and the gators grow to amazing sizes. This year a lottery was held to help reduce the population of gators on base and increase the safety of base personnel.
M A D D O G SILVER and MRS. MADDOG’S SEWING have moved to a new location. 1601 Market St. across the street from Coyotes, directly across from Standard Printing. Hours of operation are Mon – Wed 10am – 6pm Thursday 10 am – 8pm, Fri & Sat 10am – 6pm, Maddog (903) 215-6668 Mona (903) 931-3916, www.maddogsilver. com www.facebook.com/maddogsilverworks
LEGISLATION IN LOUISIANA A new law raises the motorcycle handlebar height limit from not more than 15 inches above the seat occupied by the operator to not higher than the operator’s shoulders when the operator is sitting astride the seat and the operator’s hands are on the handlebar grips. The new law is the result of Senate Bill 582, sponsored by Senator Richard Gallot (D-Ruston). 5
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LAGNIAPPE Newellton, Louisiana Giant Mailbox On the northeast corner of US Hwy 65 and Cutoff Rd. Roughly two miles south of Hwy 888, or three miles north of Newellton and Hwy 4. Just outside the town of Newellton, in northeast Louisiana, there is a giant mailbox at the entrance to a farm. It stands about 20 feet tall, and is on a giant post. From the ground to the top of the box is almost fourteen feet. The box is about five feet tall, eight feet deep, and four feet wide. The post is about eighteen inches square. It’s been around since 1956. There are no nearby houses, only flat farm fields. Address: Franklin Plantation,272 Mail Box Rd, Newellton, LA Website: http://www.fmenge.homepage.t-online.de/usa/ A picture with owner, Jennifer Burnside, in the Giant Mailbox. www.roadsideamerica.com
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LAGNIAPPE LA Rider TV, America on 2 Wheels LA Rider TV, America on 2 Wheels, has been on the air in Louisiana television markets since 2005, and on September 16, 2012, made an important stride by airing in new markets that includes the Shreveport viewing area and much of the south. For the first time, motorcycle enthusiasts in these expanded markets were able to enjoy the widely popular motorcycle adventure show featuring the Chrome Cowgirls, T.W. Robinson, Tammi Arender, and Lovie Zags who travel across the country exploring the once male dominated biker lifestyle from a uniquely feminine point of view. The story of 3 over 30 women from entirely different backgrounds and lifestyles who share one thing in common - a love for the open road, adventure and motorcycling is produced by Bob Courtney and proudly brought to the Louisiana motorcycle community. The first show airing in the new viewing areas included segments on Daytona Bike Week, 60 seconds with T.W. Robinson, 60 seconds with Tammi Arender, and Bike Prep 101, Maintenance tips with Lovie Zago. For more details and interesting facts, visit the girls of LA Rider TV at www.chromecowgirls. tv. Tune in each week for interesting shows, great rides and even an upcoming interview with me, featuring Pinky’s Passion Motorcycle Travel Magazine. Watch it each Sunday at 10:00 am Central or set your DVR to KMSS Fox 33 in the Shreveport area and watch the show after church, after your Sunday ride excursion, or save for rainy day viewing; this is one show you won’t want to miss.
“Most people assume that I’m a passenger. Most people are very surprised when I get on the bike and ride away.” T.W. Robinson
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TOPPS Western World
3003 Topps Trail Bossier City, LA 71112 318-716-1836
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The White House in Bossier City Olympus Has Fallen It took eight years between 1792 and 1800, to build the White House in Washington D.C. and the first president to move in was John Adams. But it only took days to build the White House in Bossier City, Louisiana, and turn Walker Drive into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The pictures to the left shows the building and Pennsylvania Avenue, while the picture on the bottom is the actual White House in Washington. The set was built for the filming of Olympus Has Fallen starring Gerard Butler, Dylan McDermott, Ashley Judd, and Aaron Eckhart. Let’s not forget my friends and actors, Michael Gardner and Cody Daniel, whom I’m certain will be just as famous one day. Read more about Michael on page 20 and how he got his start in the movie industry and continues to climb the ladder of success while living his dream each day. Find Michael Gardner on Facebook www.facebook.com/grapevineactor Described as Die Hard in the White House, the story follows a down on his luck former Secret Service Agent, Gerard Butler, who works to prevent a terrorist attack on the White House. He becomes America’s only hope when 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. is taken over by terrorists.
White House Facts
--The architect of the White House was chosen in a design competition, which received nine proposals, including one submitted anonymously by Thomas Jefferson. --In 1814, during the War of 1812, the White House was set ablaze by British troops. --The president travels from the White House grounds via motorcade or helicopter. President Dwight D. Eisenhower became the first president to travel by helicopter to and from the White House grounds. --In 1829, President Andrew Jackson had to leave for a hotel when roughly 20,000 citizens celebrated his inauguration inside the White House. --Public tours were suspended in the wake of the September 11 attacks. In September 2003, they resumed on a limited basis for groups making prior arrangements through their Congressional representatives or embassies in Washington for foreign nationals and submitting to background checks, but today, the White House remains closed to the public. --The building was originally referred to variously as the “President’s Palace”, “Presidential Mansion”, or “President’s House”. The earliest evidence of the public calling it the “White House” was recorded in 1811. A myth emerged that during the rebuilding of the structure after the Burning of Washington, white paint was applied to mask the burn damage it had suffered, giving the building its namesake hue.
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HIGHWAY TO HEEL
Amy Irene White, the Wicked Bitch
A lot of people are surprised that I ride my motorcycle in high heeled shoes. Some even chastise me for being unsafe. I myself believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with riding in heels, as long as you follow a few basic rules.
first, my pretties!
First, you have to be proficient riding a motorcycle. This is not for new riders; this is for those ladies who know their machines like the back of their sun-glazed hands. If you are a novice rider, there are options available to you with heels. HarleyDavidson and many other companies offer riding boots that have a two to three inch heel but are still easy to ride in. There are also tons of great new cowboy boots and sportsmen knee boots on the market this year… safety
Secondly, you have to know how to walk in high heel shoes. I don’t mean possessing the ability to totter from your car to a wedding or funeral once or twice a year… you have to be one of those women for whom wearing high heels is a lifestyle. You have to be able to walk in the pitch dark in the pouring rain along a riverbed over rocks and gravel while needing to pee, holding up a staggering drunk person, and carrying a case of beer. Third, and most important, you have to wear the proper high heels for the job. I prefer Mary Janes with chunky heels or stripper boots. Both styles offer stacked heels that aren’t REALLY sky high, but the stacks make them appear that way. Stripper shoes are usually very sturdy and well made. They have to be because of the way these girls move around. They are the sexy woman’s version of the steel-toed boot. They also offer reasonable prices for good patent leather and great ankle support. I don’t ride in stilettos often, but when you do, you have to be very careful not to step in holes in the pavement when you stop. Hold your heels off the ground… ride, shift, brake and hold your bike up with the balls of your feet... like a dancer. Never ride in cheap stilettos and risk snapping off a plastic heel, or kitten heels, anything that’s liable to slip off. Wear good quality shoes… you don’t buy cheap riding boots, do you? You also shouldn’t ride in new shoes. Wear them around the house and to the grocery store. Get to a point where you are very comfortable in them. Scuff the soles so that they aren’t slippery. As always, when riding your bike, take into consideration weather, terrain, and road conditions. If you can’t walk in your heels, you can’t ride in them. It also requires the same hyper vigilance that walking in heels does... watch where you put your feet and be careful not to turn over your ankles. I find that riding in heels aids my comfort level because I can hook them easily over the highway pegs or crash bar. They also prove beneficial to more petite ladies who can stand a couple inches of help in reaching the ground. As long as you follow these few simple steps, there’s no reason why you can’t combine a couple of our very favorite pleasures in life the way I do… highways and high heels.
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LAGNIAPPE Places to Go, People to See, Things to Do By Johnnie Hall Covington
You’ve heard of Texas Hill Country around Kerrville and Fredericksburg but did you know that East Texas has its own Hill Country? About 15 miles east of Athens, Texas, among the hills filled with hardwoods and pines, you’ll find New York Texas ZipLine Adventures. There are 6 ziplines
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of varying heights and distances which you can ride for $60.00 per person or 9 ziplines for $80.00. You must have reservations and pay a $30 non-refundable deposit at the time of booking. There are weight limits: men must not weigh more than 275 pounds and women can’t weigh more than 225 pounds and children must weigh at least 70 pounds. Bring a picnic lunch and plan on spending several hours. Drinks and snacks are available at the gift shop. The physical address is 7290 County Road 4328 LaRue, Texas 75770 Visit their site at www.GoZipTexas.com or call at 903-681-3791 You can email them at GoZipTexas@gmail.com. The Louisiana Pecan Festival is an annual event held in Colfax, Louisiana on the first full weekend in November. This year it is November 2nd-4th, 2012. You can enjoy antique tractor shows, parades, music, and visits to an old train depot and country store. Of course there will be vendors selling all sorts of pecan products. Colfax is part of the Alexandria Metro Area so maybe you will have time to visit Renegade Harley-Davidson at 2030 North Mall Drive in Alexandria 71301. A note for you historians: Colfax is located in Grant Parish which was named for President U.S. Grant and Colfax was named for Grant’s Vice-President, Schuyler Colfax. Grant Parish was formed from Rapides Parish in 1869, four years after the end of the War Between
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LAGNIAPPE the States during the Reconstruction Period. Chef John Folse of Donaldsonvile, Louisiana, is Louisiana’s Culinary Ambassador to the World. Chef Folse just recently returned from London where he fed the Olympic athletes. He has fed heads of state all over the world including those in Japan, China, France, Russia and other exotic places. Chef Folse’s restaurant is Lafitte’s Landing Restaurant at Bittersweet Plantation, 404 Claiborne Avenue, Donaldsonville, LA 70346. You can make reservations by emailing reception@jfolse. com or make reservations for the bed and breakfast by calling 225-644-6000. Chef Folse is from what is called the German Coast of the Mississippi River: St. Charles, St. John the Baptist, and St. James Parishes which are located above New Orleans. In the 1700’s the Germans joined with the French Acadians (Cajuns) to overthrow the Spanish colonial governor and to fight the British during the American Revolution. The Germans spoke French as well as their native tongue and intermarried with the Cajuns and enriched the Cajun culture. It was the Germans who introduced the accordion, a main instrument of Cajun music. The annual Heritage Syrup Festival of Henderson, Texas, is scheduled this year for November 10th-12th. The physical address is 514 North High Street, Henderson, Texas 75652. For more information you can call 903-657-4303 or go to www.DepotMuseum.com You can park and take a hay ride shuttle to the festival site. Reservations must be made for guided tours of the Depot Museum. Artisans will be demonstrating wood carving, rope making, printing, blacksmithing, spinning, weaving, and milling plus more.
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“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” C.S. Lewis
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Rodney Pike
Photo-manipulated Caricature Illustration
Rodney Pike is a Photo-manipulated caricature illustrator who is from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and now resides in Mississippi. I had an opportunity to interview Rodney recently. Mary: “You were born in Baton Rouge. Did you grow up there? How did Louisiana culture influence your art work, if at all?” Rodney Pike
Rodney: “I was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. As a kid I wanted to grow up to be an illustrator like Norman Rockwell. I’ve been an artist as long as I can remember and sold paintings in Junior High and High School. I was a passionate artist as a young man and worked hard at it. I was, and still am, a dreamer and saw myself as a professional artist one day. Well, my dad, the economy, and the negative people that surrounded me convinced me that it was just a dream and wasn’t practical. After 2 years of struggling to make it as an artist in a city that sells no art, I joined the military to get away and make a living. I did my 4 years and when I got out, I stumbled into the car business which led to marriage and kids and life, ultimately setting my art aside for nearly 30 years. Louisiana culture has had absolutely no influence on my life and I think the main reason is when I was a kid showing in galleries, it was the trite swamp scenes that are still around and flowers that won the contests in the shows. I was a young man Jesse Smith trying to paint among a sea of old ladies with their flower and swamp paintings. I didn’t have a chance in Louisiana and I couldn’t afford The Art Student’s League in NYC which is where I wanted to study art.” Mary: “You live in Mississippi now. Do you miss the Louisiana culture, and do you still have family here? Do you ever have an opportunity to visit?” Rodney: “Louisiana culture is everywhere here and every bit of it is commercialized. I’ve been exposed to Louisiana Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion Oct 2012
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culture for 50 years. I never got why people want to visit here. I guess it’s that way no matter where you live. I know what you’re thinking, Mardi Gras right? I’ve grown to appreciate New Orleans and the history behind the city. It’s about a 45 minute drive from my house so we go to the art museum there and the French Quarter once a year or so, mainly gallery hopping. Mardi Gras is a different story. I stay as far away from that insanity as possible. I’ve been several times and have had enough to last me a lifetime. I have blood kin all over Louisiana. I’m one of 6 kids and my siblings live in the Baton Rouge area but my family are my friends from Google+, Facebook, and my other social networks. My blood kin look down on me for what I do for a living and have turned their noses up at me since I started Mick Jagger this. It makes no sense, but that’s the way it is so, no, I don’t visit them anymore. I drive an hour every Friday to spend the day with my mom. I did recently fly to New York and met up with about 100 of my friends from Google+. It was a wonderful experience. I’ve found that the people who really care and are there for me every day are my brothers and sisters. I have no room for negativity in my life. I have been given a rare second chance at my dream and I’m making it happen this time, with or without them.” Mary: “I understand you were always interested in art. When did it become a career? When did photo manipulation and caricatures become your primary focus?” Rodney: “October 14th, 2010, after a 20 year bout with depression, I entered my first Photoshop contest. It was fun and I loved working in Photoshop even though at the time, I had a bootleg copy of Photoshop 7 and a mouse. I did several contests and won a couple with small cash prizes so I got fired up about it and did 300 more. Well, it was obvious during this period that I had found the medium in digital art and Photoshop that was my home. I worked in many mediums through the years but I felt fulfilled for the first time with digital art. I dove in head first as that fire that once burned in my gut had returned and I worked 18 hours a day, seven days a week for 2 years. I started experimenting with caricatures after a couple of months and apparently tapped into a new niche, Photo-
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manipulated Caricature Illustration. I had found my calling and within a very few months, I was contacted by Bauer Media and offered a five piece commission for FHM Magazine. This totally blew me away as I had never even considered selling this work. It was just fun and it got me out of a 20 year funk. I accepted my first commission with confidence and delivered my best work by far and FHM was extremely pleased. This first commission afforded me a new customized jacked up 27” iMac, a 21” Wacom Cintiq, and all new software, oh, and an iPad for my wife. I have since done many jobs for FHM Magazine and many other publications around the world. My present client 15
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list includes FHM Magazine, Tennis Magazine,The Village Voice Magazine, Elite Magazine, The Sun, Cater’s News Agency, New Coast Productions and Catchphrase Entertainment in Hollywood, among many other publications and organizations. I will be starting a killer commission soon for a Brazilian Metal Band called Almah. I’ll be doing all promotional material for an orchestrated Metal Tour. I’ll also be joining them for a week.”
Mary: “I read somewhere that you served in the US Navy. Many of our readers are veterans and would be interested in your military service and how it might have impacted you in your artwork. Do you have any illustrations from that period in your life?”
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Rodney: “Yes, I joined the Navy in 1982. I was stationed in Scotland on a small boat command for 2 1/2 years and drove the Admiral’s boat. I really had a cushy job. I traveled a lot while there and saw a lot of the world. I decided to get underway for my last tour and was assigned to the USS Biddle, a guided missile cruiser with a 400 man crew. We made a 7 1/2 month Med-IO cruise. Our intent was to stay near Iran but Gadhafi started his mess so we were pulled back into the Med and
“I think bikers are awesome. I rode for a few years myself and they were like family--a great bunch of people.”
sat in the Gulf of Sidra for 6 months ultimately thumping on Gadhafi for the first time in 1986 which was just before I was discharged. I also did a lot of sightseeing on that tour. We actually made it 14,000 miles from home to Penang, Malaysia for Christmas of ‘85. I also went to Rome, Venice, Amsterdam, and many other countries. I was glad to have served under President Reagan. Did the military influence my work? No, I hate gray but it was a good experience. My artwork has been influenced by a wide range of artists and people. Of course, Rockwell was an Tom Cruise influence along with Sebastian Kruger, Jason Seiler, Dominic Philibert and Max Sauco to name a few. There are other people who have influenced and inspired me in life: Albert Einstein, Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Gottfried Helnwein, Istvan Sandorfi, Picasso, Dali, etc.” Mary: “Do you ride a motorcycle; have you associated with any riders, famous or not? Do you have an opinion about bikers or their lifestyle?” Rodney: “I think bikers are awesome. I rode for a few years myself and they were like family--a great bunch of people. I didn’t have the money for the bike I wanted so I rode a Honda 750. I’m between bikes right now because the next time I’m doing it right and getting a Hog. The biker community reminds me a lot of another community I really admire and that’s the tattoo artists and enthusiasts. They have been more accepting of my work than any other group of people. They are also some of the most talented artists I know. They are totally open-minded and accepting of all forms of art. I have a few “tats” myself.” Mary: “Were there any moments you recall as true breakthroughs in your career?” Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion Oct 2012
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one much better. Why waste your time repairing old Rodney: “The FHM commission was great but that’s work? The best is still inside you. When I’m asked what not the only breakthrough. It’s really the culmination work of mine is my favorite I tell them,“I haven’t created of lots of breaks along the way that have added up it yet”. Surround yourself with people and things that and taken me on this wild ride. I’ve also grown quite inspire you, stay positive and work your ass off. There a following in social media. I have 10,000+ friends on is a quote that I love: “The question is not how far. The Facebook, 12,000 on Twitter and over 250,000 followers question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth on Google+. My following is growing at a rate of about of faith, to go as far as is needed?” ~ Unknown author.” 10,000 per day now which is insane. I also have a blog with 500,000 visits from 202 nations in two years. The future looks bright!” Mary: “What have you learned over your lifetime that you’d like to share with others?” Rodney: “The American dream is still attainable. I’m often asked in interviews what I would say to someone who aspires to do what I am fortunate enough to do for a living. My thinking is really quite simple. I believe that talent is nothing more than the sheer desire to achieve an artistic goal. The only limit to your success in art, or anything you aspire to achieve in life, is the limit that you put upon yourself by your own doubt. I don’t set goals. I believe goals are limits. I try to set milestones, moving from one to another continually striving to improve and getting to the next level. Why put a limit on yourself? Aim to be the best, believe you can be the best and work with passion to be the best,without doubting, and I think if you want it badly enough, you will achieve it. I have a personal belief about my own work. This may or may not be for you. When I finish a piece, it is history. I never revisit old work. I take what I’ve learned and move forward striving to make the next
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Ladies of Harley Bossier City selected for Humanitarian Award
The Bossier City Ladies of Harley have been selected by the Run With The Nuns’ committee to receive their 2012 Humanitarian Award. Run With The Nuns is an annual biker event spearheaded by Sister Sharon Rambin of Christus Schumpert Hospital in Shreveport, Louisiana, to raise money for children in this area. The Ladies of Harley have made hundreds of cloth dolls which are dressed in hospital gowns and then the dolls are adopted out. The dolls and the “adoption fees” are then given to Christus Schumpert. Children who are being treated at the hospital are given the dolls and the money is used for things like buying warming blankets for premature babies. The LOH is a busy group and has donated suitcases and totes to the Child Protection Agency so children who are being removed from their homes won’t have their clothes and toys put in trash bags. Every Easter the LOH hosts a hot dog fest and Easter Egg Hunt called The Bunny Run for the children of CASA, Court Appointed Special Advocates. Each child receives an Easter basket filled with treats and toys. Fleece blankets have been made for St. Jude’s children and boys at Joy Home for Boys have been entertained with cookouts and donations. Some of the Ladies have even convinced their men to dress in drag for Hogzilla and compete in beauty contests. See pictures below. The HOG members vote for Miss Hogzilla with dollar bills! Another annual event that the Ladies of Harley support is the Shriners’ Toy Run where a Harley Santa and Mrs. Harley Santa lead an escorted ride to Shriners’ Hospital in Shreveport with toys for the patients. We’ve also helped with Dress for Success, a VOA program which collects office clothes for women entering the job market. The female residents of the Shreveport-Bossier Rescue Mission were given purses (Purses of Purpose) so they can be dressed properly for job interviews and the men were given work boots (Boots for Guys) so their feet will be properly protected. The Ladies of Harley have also earned money to fight breast cancer in an event called the Pink Ride. Past winners of the Run With The Nuns’ Humanitarian Award include the Boo Benefit, a benefit for burned children, and B.A.C.A. (Bikers Against Child Abuse) The Ladies of Harley will receive a trophy at Run With The Nuns October 20th. You can get more information about Run With The Nuns at their web site: www.runwiththenuns.com/
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Actor Michael Gardner
Hello, my name is Michael Gardner. My story is short but almost unbelievable. Seven months ago (mid July 2011) I found myself unemployed after being let go of my regular 9-5 job. I decided once and for all to do what I love no matter the cost. I was born to act and have always been an actor; I just couldn’t see it until recently. Isnt it funny how we become distracted with life? I was an extra on the set of a feature film Directed by Mike Norris and starring Dean Cain, John Schneider, Jenn Gotzon, Elise Baughman, Rebekah Kennedy, Larry Jack Dotson and so many other great performers. I met so many great people there and I am still friends with most of them today. One actress would unknowingly play a role in changing my life in ways that I never could have imagined. I had recently been asked to take my last paycheck and not come back on Monday to the company I was working for at the time. Now I won’t go into all the negative stuff because all that is gone now, but it was a pretty raw deal. A door that was wide open and helping
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me back to normal was suddenly slammed in my face. The mere idea that I was fired for something that just wasn’t true made me immediately aware of the fact that maybe I am supposed to be doing something else. (You can even read it in my facebook post that day, I said they did me a favor by firing me; this would turn out to be a prophetic statement) That’s the way karma operates in the world I am in. In my Universe, I was wronged, and my faith in a higher power had me convinced that I was meant to do something else. I kept the glass half full and looked for an open door, which I knew had to be there. So there I was, looking for an open door. I was keeping an eye out for an opportunity while enjoying my time on the set of this seemingly blessed film during the record heat wave of summer 2011 The energy on the set of this film was really unlike anything I had ever witnessed, and I believe it was because of all the good souls that had come together in this special place out in the middle of nowhere called Justin TX. One person in particular that stood out from others was an actress named Jenn
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Gotzon (Frost Nixon, The Hulk). She was absolutely brightest light I have ever witnessed in a person. She truly knows her faith, her craft and her purpose... and it shows. People sometimes gravitate towards others just on a spiritual recognition alone, and that was the case with me. This person was an anointed soul and I could learn so much from her, I thought. Quickly we became friends, and spent a fair amount of time with everyone else between takes. We all goofed around but got serious quickly when Mike Norris sent the AD into the holding area for “background actors”. We had a few days off from shooting and Jenn had facebook posted that she wanted to do something “Texas” while she was here. She resides in LA and had not seen much of the Lone Star State I guess. Not Fort Worth anyway. We had previously talked about her movie projects and briefly discussed the game of golf. To make a long story short, if that is possible now, we mutually decided to head to the golf course for lessons. Jenn would be getting
a golf lesson from me, and I would be getting an acting lesson from her. Jenn is an inspirational individual, and she helped me to see that everything I have done in my career up to this point was in preparation to be an actor. Never one time did Jenn ever suggest that I become an actor. I don’t want people to think that she talked me into this. I still had no idea that acting was my passion. Then suddenly, within a span of a couple hours, my world would be flying upside down and stuck on full throttle. But it felt ok; I had the support of my friends and family. Jenn explained to me how every actor requires a set of tools just like any other professional. And that if I wanted to become an actor I would need to learn a few important things first. She clearly had command of the tools that are needed to be successful. She is an award winning actress, and I soaked up every syllable of every word she was willing to share with me. She explained how being in the moment during a scene is a vital tool every good actor needs in his or her repertoire. Hearing her say this got my attention. You see, I had been self committed to the study of social dynamics and attraction for the previous 4 years or so. One thing that I had mastered in that time was “being in the moment” while in conversation with someone. I could be in the moment, at any time, with anyone, on command. She went on to explain about the other tools needed to be a successful actor these days. Every once in a while she would ask a couple questions about the game of golf and we would spend a few
minutes on her swing or goof around while video taping my swing. It took us about 6 hours to play 9 holes of golf. I joked with Jenn that in the grand scheme of lessons today, I think I got the better of the deal. She laughed and coyly quipped that I had no idea how much of a better deal I was getting. This made me laugh even harder; and you know what? I still have not realized how much of a better deal I got, nor will I ever I suppose. I am pretty sure her golf swing is probably getting better if she has been practicing at all, but to me it can’t be anywhere near the equal to the spiritual and life changing epiphany that has presented itself to me since we met.
“So in a nutshell, in less than a year I went from regular job with no acting experience, and by the grace of a higher power, the support of my family and numerous opportunities I have created a career for myself.” Since Jenn and I met in July I have booked 4 leading roles in films, one of which was a SAG film that will be made into a feature length film next year, 3 supporting roles, commercials for Texas Lottery, Subway Restaurants and Ron Corning of WFAA. I have been in films with Dean Cain and Judd Nelson, TV shows like Dallas with Linda Grey, Larry Hagman and Patrick Duffy. I am in four Dallas episodes airing in the summer of 2012. One episode I actually handcuff and arrest a primary character on the show (who will
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remain nameless). I can’t talk about the scene but I think they are going to use the shot as a teaser. That means I could get lots of face time of National TV.
I am at the point where I am steadily booking paying jobs and require representation to continue reaching goals and getting better. My goals are many for 2012 but primarily I intend to keep working full time on my acting career. I am continuing my actor studies and voice over work. I am working towards a year ending goal for 2012. I will do pilot season n LA in January of next year. I am looking to focus my acting on film, TV and commercials. I have been told by many people that I have the right “look”. Honestly, I don’t really know what that means, nor do I care. All I know is that I love to act. At age 45 I finally know what I was meant to do in this life, and that is to act. At least, that’s how it feels to be able to have passion in our work. I am not under any illusions that I am going to win an Oscar or something incredible like that. Staying humble and acting modest amongst my brothers in life is a big focus. I know if I do this thing with passion and have an unshakeable resolve to get better every day, I can break through the fear barriers that stand between me and success. Success being defined by getting the roles that I know will help me make a difference. I am experiencing an unbelievable momentum right now and would like to keep that going. I don’t want to reach a plateau and lose my momentum.
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Camp Joy Marina; biker friendly AN INTERVIEW WITH MANAGER, DEE RICKETSON Pinky: Are you from Louisiana? How long have you been working at Camp Joy? Dee: I have lived in Louisiana most of my life. I moved to Lake Bistineau when I was just 10 years old and grew up in my parents restaurant on the south end of the Lake. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else! And I have been working at Camp Joy for almost 6 years now. Pinky: When did you start managing the bar? Dee: I guess I have been the manager for over 3 years now, just kind of grew into the position. Pinky: What’s the best thing about being a bar manager? Dee: The best thing about being the manager is getting to be part of everyone’s good times and memories. I love it when people come in for the first time and see our bar, our deck, and our lake. I want everyone to enjoy Camp Joy and our community. Pinky: What can Camp Joy offer to the biker community? Dee: Camp Joy has everything to offer the biker community! We have the bar and grill, cabin rentals(so they can enjoy the bar), the deck and beautiful view, and space for tents.
and free pool every Tuesday on all four of our tables. Pinky: Is there anything you would like to say to potential customers in the biker community? Dee: I would like to tell everyone to come out and see Camp Joy. It is definitely worth the ride! As a fellow rider I can tell you that you won’t find a friendlier, cleaner, or more welcoming place. Pinky: And, that’s why I’m teaming up with the Shreveport chapter of the IOMC and author Amy Irene White, author of the autobiography “Wicked Bitch” to host a fund raiser on Oct 27, 2012 at Camp Joy. All proceeds will benefit Lupus research and awareness. There will be some special guest appearances announced soon. Visit www.pinkysmotorcyclepassion.com for announcements. For details on the fund raiser, see page 47. I also spoke to Kate, the owner of Camp oy and asked her for comments. She said “Camp Joy is a big area whre you can bring your friends and do an event like a bachelorette party, birthday party, or biker event. Rent a cabin for just $50 and stay if you want to drink and enjoy yourself and not worry about getting home safley. We have video poker and karaoke too. And we have the only large dance floor on the lake, so you can bring your partner and enjoy your self.”
Pinky: Why is Camp Joy the best place to party or hold a biker event? Dee: Camp Joy is the best place to hold any event because we will cater to your needs. If you want for for your event, a band, karaoke, or just a place to meet we will do our very best to provide anything you need. Pinky: What events are scheduled throughout the fall and winter to entertain your guests? Dee: For the fall we have a Halloween party and costume contest planned and Thanksgiving is the best at Camp Joy! We do a full Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings for free for everyone to enjoy. Every New Year’s Eve is a huge party with party favors, giveaways, and champagne. We have karaoke every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday
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Racing was his life. Ask anyone who knew Rodney and you’d get the same description. “Oh man, he is a fearless competitor. Racing is in his DNA. He has nitrous running through his veins.” Rodney pensively thought to himself, “How ironic…” This day had started out as any other race day. Up at the crack of dawn to get his last minute gear together, Rodney had consumed enough breakfast to fuel his body for the day. Who knew when there would be enough time to eat again? Helmet, check. Racing vest, check. Kevlar reinforced racing shoes, check. Portable oxygen, check. Extra seat harness…just in case, check. Team radios for pit communications, check. Lucky bandana, got it. Rodney would add one more item to the cockpit of his race boat just as he entered the capsule; the smoothly worn, faded photo of him, his wife Sandi and their son Trevor at about age seven. This photo had been his link. His only constant connection to keeping this crazy dream in-check with reality. It was simply amazing to fly at speeds reaching 200 miles per hour across the smooth surface of a calm body of water. It was almost spiritual to merely lick the top of ocean swells as his boat flew across the white foam of each crested wave. Rodney’s reality was that his life was not just his own anymore. It hadn’t been for a long time now. He was holding on to the cravings of his youth by spending just one more race, one more series, one more year in the cockpit of his boat. When Rodney had started this passion, it was a simple day of fun with friends. But through the years, as they all got older, more financially sound, more determined to make a difference in the world of racing; things got competitive. First, it was the addition of higherend tweaked-out motors. Then, propellers that cost more than his monthly mortgage and composite fiber boats that were ridiculously lightweight. Things were changing at a rapid pace. Just to keep up
with the latest, greatest phenomenon was difficult, much less to own it, use it, master its performance. As Rodney approached the entrance to the race event, he turned his rig into the racers’ pit area. Inspections would be routine. Boat weigh-ins would take time. Launching would bring butterflies in his stomach, last minute stresses, and at the same time… relief. Because once he was we, it was all up to Rodney. He knew Sandi and Trevor would be there to watch the race. They never missed seeing Rodney’s wins. There hadn’t been many losses. Winning came easy for Rodney. All it took was to keep your head about you when common sense was screaming at you to panic, panic, panic, Rodney told himself. Rodney’s boat slid easily into the water. He eased into the driver’s seat like pulling on pantyhose. The seat was molded to his body, no room for any extra movement. This, together with his vest, harness, and helmet would keep his body immobilized and safe from injury in the jarring motions of the race. He wedged the corner of the small family photo into its place near the tachometer on his dash. One last kiss from his lips, to his fingers, to the faces of his wife and son; then all thoughts turned to the race and what he must do to beat his competition. Joe and Marcus, members of Rodney’s support crew, lifted the F-16 styled canopy into place. These things were still in the experimental stage for race boats, but they had been used for years in their original intention on jet planes. Theory was, if you could completely seal the boat driver in from the elements, then you could in effect provide him with enough life support to keep him going until divers could free him from an upturned vessel. These canopies had been developed in one-piece units, which would break-away from a flipping, or sinking boat. They had also gone through a developmental stage of being
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a vacuum-type sealed compartment, with rescue oxygen, communication transponders, and immediate first aid gear to use in the interim while waiting for divers. Rodney hoped he would never have to test the limits of his now older-technological designed cockpit. With the sun in the uppermost sky, breezes gusting to 40 mph, and racers pulsating with natural adrenaline, the starting gun fires. Rodney becomes one with his boat, his engine, the slapping of the water against the hull where it connects with the lake’s surface. Rodney can barely turn his neck, but he gets a glimpse of two boats on his starboard. They all approach the turn buoy with the same determined purpose of being the lead boat. No one wants to end up in someone else’s chop on the first turn. The two outer boats squeeze Rodney tight to the line; he realizes his boat is unresponsive to his touch. “Damn,” thought Rodney. The loud snap of Rodney’s steering cable was almost noiseless as compared to the scraping and popping and exploding of the other boat hitting the nose and crossing the deck of his boat. Seeing his bow dissected in front of him, Rodney knew he was going down. He popped his emergency release and his cockpit freed itself from the confines of the roaring engines and whining shafts. The cockpit flipped, and then nosed down into the dark depths of the water. Rodney immediately gave his call sign into his headset, then ripped the helmet free from his head. “Funny,” he thought. “I didn’t feel the capsule sit down on the bottom yet.” Then Rodney had a flash of memory from earlier in the week. This lake was deep. The map he looked at said it had been an old rock quarry. This could mean over 400 feet deep. He never bothered to read the details. He was going to be running on the surface. Who cared where the bottom was? Rodney did. At least, Now, he did.
Rodney caught the sight of shadows and things floating in the water. Everything was moving up, so that meant he was still moving down. He knew it would be useless to push on the canopy cover. Wasn’t it just recently on the news about how you had to let the water pressure equal inside a submerged car to the water pressure outside a submerged car? What kind of pressure was there at 400 feet? Rodney could imagine the fear and concern Sandi must be feeling on the shoreline. She had always supported him in anything he wanted to do. Racing was Rodney’s drug of choice, not hers. Even when they started their family with the birth of Trevor, Sandi never once asked Rodney to stop this crazy pastime. And Trevor. He would spend his Saturday mornings running around the living room jumping and leaping with his hands on his imaginary steering wheel, “vroom, vroom,” around and around in circles. Poor Sandi. She would have another man with racing in his blood to contend with for years to come. Rodney longed to feel the ocean spray on his face. The small capsule was dark. It felt moist, but not from sea water. He knew it was from his own breath. He took his lucky bandana from the dash of the boat and wiped his forehead. Condensation was building and his own natural heat was suffocating him. Was the rescue air really a life-saver? Rodney could see it would be handy if you simply turned over, but now… in this place; it only prolonged the inevitable. He wanted to sleep. If the divers got to him, he could wake up and join them in the trip to the surface. His lifesaving capsule was now more of an imprisonment. Rest. That’s what he really wanted to do just now. Rodney kissed his fingers once more. Placing his fingers to the faces of his wife and son, he quietly said “Goodnight.” Like the effects of nitrous, he simply drifted off to sleep. Racing was his life. Racing was his death.
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For the Techies HOME COMPUTER PROTECTION: Keep your home computer protected and try to develop safe habits. These habits will serve you well. - Download and use a free home-use antivirus product (Search on AF Portal, or check our “_Computer_ Resources” folder, or try free products like Microsoft Security Essentials or other free programs from reliable companies like AVAST, AVG, Trend-Micro, Kapersky, etc) - Only use one Antivirus product at a time, or you will almost always run into issues. If you are switching AV programs, completely uninstall the old version before installing your new AV software. - Be leery of opening attachments and links sent in e-mail - if possible, save it to your desktop and scan it BEFORE opening it. - Be careful of what you click on in social-networking sites (Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Tumbler, etc) - Be careful of giving out your email address or other personal information. - Be VERY careful about giving out your credit card number. Make sure the site you are on is secure (HTTPS appears at the beginning of the address), and that the site is a reliable,trusted site, not some web merchant you are seeing for the first time. (Do some research with Google and the BBB if you aren’t sure.) - Don’t install all those toolbars and “handy” web-apps unless you really need them. Most of them are just gimmicks designed to harvest personal information, and these good-intentioned tools can often be exploited by malware. - A lot of folks like to download music and “free” programs from P2P sharing programs like Limewire, but this is a bad habit to get into. These programs often come with configurations which allow other peers to store information on your drive. This means that other folks can put malware on your machine without your knowledge. - Beware of Phishing scams, “free” giveaways, and social engineering in email and chat. Most of the “free” giveaways require you to give up personal information and you may never see the “free” item. At least do a little research before you fall for a ploy by mistake. - Keep your Antivirus up to date. Keep your Operating System up to date (Windows Update). Keep your Adobe and Java products up to date.
Even with Antivirus protection and the latest patches, it is still possible to get infected thru “zero-day” exploits. If you get infected, take your computer to a professional repairman (Best Buy or a local computer repair shop, for example.) If you feel confident, you can try booting in “Safe mode with Networking” and use a program like MalwareBytes to clean your computer. (Majorgeeks.com and bleepingcomputer.com are good free resources for cleaning malware). And, of course, if you notice WHEN you were infected, you may be able to figure out how or where you got infected and avoid that site/link/bad habit in the future. CELL PHONES HAVE 18 TIMES MORE BACTERIA THAN A TOILET HANDLE iPhones, iPads, Android phones, and pretty much anything else with a touch screen, is likely to be covered in germs and viruses according to recent research. “If you’re sharing the device, then you’re sharing your influenza with someone else who touches it,” Timothy Julian, a Stanford University doctoral student who co-authored a study on the spread of viruses, told The Sacramento Bee. That’s not too surprising, but the extent of it is. British Which magazine hired a hygiene expert who then sampled 30 mobile phones and found that, “Mobile phones harbor 18 times more bacteria than a flush handle in a typical men’s restroom.” If you use another person’s phone, 30 percent of a virus can make it to your fingertips just by touching the screen. If you rub your eyes, bite your nails, or put your hands to your face, the virus can get into your system. The information comes from a study from the July Journal of Applied Microbiology.
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Customs and Courtesies This column will describe some of the customs and courtesies adhered to in the biker community. Please send your comments to letters to the editor at maric12@gmail.com BIKER NAMES Like military pilots earn a call sign, bikers, too, earn their names. There’s a variety of ways they are assigned; a biker might choose his/her own name, they may earn it based on an incident, they may be given the name by another biker or friend, or it simply may be a reflection of their physical appearance. My name, Pinky, was an obvious assignment, since I have always loved the color and always wear something pink, whether it’s a whole outfit, or simply an accessory such as a scarf or earrings. Some riders from Little Rock down for a rally assigned the name to me and ever since it’s become an alias. My brother found a rider in a ditch late at night who had run off the road and was pinned under his Road King. Fortunately, he was not seriously hurt. Johnny rescued him and now he is forever called “Ditch”. Some names like Shorty, Stretch, Clause, and Bear are simply earned based on the physical description of an individual. What is your biker name or alias and how did you earn it?
From the Broom Closet Fashion Editor, Amy Irene White The rundown of Fall Fashion Week 2012 tells us that it’s never been more fashionable to be a biker chick. The current trends of chain embellished bags and leather still holds firm throughout the season. While there is a trend towards Indie jewelry and patterns, many of the latest designs are compatible with our hedonistic lifestyles. Bottega Veneta’s men’s line holds a distinctly “Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man” appeal while McQueen holds steady with the ultimate bejeweled skulls and skull adorned accessories, and shoe guru Christian Louboutin confirms that the spikes just got spikier. This season’s leather jackets hold a more European flavor, but the tried and true ‘biker’ jacket stands strong, even being spotted with evening gowns and stilettos on the red carpets. My advice is stock up now ladies, because never before has the fashion industry catered so well to our leather clad lifestyles. I adore the new knee high riding boots available from virtually every designer, from Uggs to Paris Hilton, which can double as amazing riding gear, and leather seems to be the new denim, which is absolutely fine by me! Harley Davidson seems to be getting into the act as well, offering way more selection in the line of road wear, and a better selection of styles for different shapes and tastes. Layers are very in, which also suits us in cold weather riding. Hang up your neons for the winter, look for deep jewel tones and lots of metalwork to appear on clothes by Christmas. Vintage wear is still very chic, and who doesn’t love feeling a bit like a starlet hanging off the back of Marlon Brando’s Triumph in skinny jeans and a boat neck tee? Break out the bright scarves and hats to match your colored jeans, and warm up that chilly wind in style. ~the Wicked Bitch
(jewelry pics courtesy of alexander mcqueen.. shoes courtesy of christian louboutin, jackets courtesy of fashiontrends.com)
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Biker Slang
ATM: All Things Motorcycle
BARRELLS: Another term for Engine Cylinders or Jugs.
BACK WARMER: A girl on the back of your motorcycle. BARN DISEASE: When a bike has been idle a few years and the battery is dead, calipers seized and of course the carbs are filled with varnish sludge. BARN QUEEN: 1. Really pristine bike everyone claims a buddy found in some farmer’s barn and bought for $50. 2. A motorcycle that has been stored in a barn or other outbuilding for many years.
BASKET CASE: 1. A Bike being built from scratch with parts from other Bikes. 2. Typically (at least in the ‘old days’) a bike that someone had taken apart and hadn’t the skill to reassemble. You’d find an ad in the paper and go over....”my brother took it apart and never could figure out how to put it back together, what will you give me for it?” Also - someone who is unhinged as in, “she/he is a real basket case.” So, a bike that is in pieces, usually has been for a while. A bike that is built from pieces of other bikes would be (or would have been) known as an ‘assembler’ (out west), or a person that is way ‘out there’. BIG DOG RIDER: An experienced and aggressive motorcyclist known for feats of daring and skill, such as riding at high speeds on public roads, without apparent fear of accident or arrest. Reference: totalmotorcycles.com/dictionary
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The 5,000 sq ft Logan The Logan Mansion Mansion, with 725 Austin Place Shreveport, LA 17 rooms and 318-459-2285 a 2,000 sq ft attic, is a grandiose 1897 Queen Anne Victorian home in Shreveport, LA. The original handlaid parquet floors, stained and beveled glass, carved woodwork and fretwork, along with a massive mahogany grand staircase, are still in place. Glass transoms, fitted above the interior doors to control air movement, demonstrate house ventilation design of the Victorian period. Amazingly, none of the beautiful woodwork has ever been painted. The floor plan of the house remains exactly as it was when constructed. Much of the original furnishings remain in place. The hosts, Billy and Vicki LeBrun, are gracious and happy to share their stories of possible ethereal spirits in their home. When you tour the mansion, you’ll be greeted at the door by Billy, and inside the foyer, his wife, Vicki, who will draw you in with her ghostly stories. Local legends tell us that in 1904 a young neighbor of the Logan’s, eleven year old Theodora Hunt, came to the house, went to the attic, and leapt to her death from a front window! Whether she committed suicide or accidentally fell is anyone’s guess, but it’s fairly certain that her spirit remains with the house. There are many, many stories of sighting a little girl in the house, inanimate objects that move, disembodied footsteps, a screen door that latches and unlatches itself and opens alone, and much more. During Halloween tours, a guide stationed in the attic will tell of the antics of Theodora, who likes to move items around the house. The guide believes Theodora accidentally fell from the window. Children were not supposed to go in the attic, but Theodora was reportedly a little bit slow, and the guide said she Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion Oct 2012
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can imagine a confused little girl getting lost in the big attic and running around. She may have tripped over something or gotten her feet tangled in her long gown and fallen towards the window. Downstairs, Vicki told of a music box that started playing for no apparent reason, silverware that was moved, and being locked out of the house by Theodora. Vicki explained that on several occasions when she went outside, the screen door slammed and the hook and eye lock engaged. She scolded the ghost of Theodora, telling her that it was dangerous to lock the door, and it hasn’t happened again. Vicki says that Theodora is playful and likes to move things around, but she believes there are other, more aggressive spirits also residing in the house. She has started a journal to document the incidents that occur, because she said, “alone, they might not seem important, but when combined, it becomes apparent that something or someone is doing these things.” Vicki has had LA Spirits on site as well as other investigative services, but says now she charges for these visits, since she gets so many requests for investigative teams to set up in her home. Upstairs in the bedroom, yet another guide told of the mourning customs in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The bedroom is laid out in a display, as though it were a mourning room. It was explained that in those times, there weren’t any funeral homes, and bodies of the dead were laid out in the homes, either on a long dining room table, a sofa, or a bed or wherever a body could be displayed. The deceased was left for three or four days and someone constantly stood guard the entire time watching for any signs of life. The people had a great fear of being buried alive. Once they were buried, often a string was tied to their finger and left outside of the grave with a bell attached so the buried person, if awakened, could ring the bell and alert passersby that they were alive. The house is being restored to its 1897 grandeur, but, is the house haunted? You be the judge. Located at 725 Austin Place in Shreveport, it is open during Halloween and again during the Christmas holidays for holiday candlelight tours, and the owners will do private viewings of their home by appointment. They also arrange birthday tea parties complete with period costumes. For more information, call 318-459-2285.
STOCKY’S pizza is to die for “Many folks believe in ghosts, but few can say they’ve caught evidence of a haunting on video. Stocky’s Pizza employee Lori Evans says there’s not only a ghost haunting the recently opened Haughton, Louisiana pizzeria, but that it’s far from friendly. And she has some unnerving surveillance camera footage to prove it”, said a KXKS Kiss Country radio reporter.
Stockys Pizza 4615 Highway 80 Haughton, LA (318) 390-2808
Last Saturday morning, Evans arrived at Stocky’s to find the ice scoop in the middle of the kitchen floor. When the staff had left the night before, the scoop was placed on top of the ice machine where it’s normally kept. The discovery was the proverbial, “straw that broke the camel’s back,” Evans told Kiss Country.
Watch the video at http:// mykisscountry937.com/ stockys-pizza-ghostshaughton-video/
A number of similarly eery incidents prior to that morning prompted her to scour the surveillance video to see just what was going on. What she discovered will make you shiver. A little after 6 A.M. on July 14th, hours before any employees arrived for duty, two metal ice scoops flew off the top of the ice machine. Nobody was in the pizzeria at the time. According to Evans, the way the scoops are stacked makes it very unlikely for them to fall, let alone be thrown halfway across the kitchen. Over the past few months, Evans says several other inexplicable events have shaken up the staff, including flying bottles and a feeling that someone was watching them from the shadows. “The first thing that happened was when I was standing in the kitchen area at the dough roller. All of a sudden, a bottle of Tabasco Sauce hit me in the back and fell to the floor. I looked back because the bottle had been on top of the microwave. A server who was in the dining area actually saw it happen and we were both freaked out because it flew across the room as opposed to just falling from its spot! We started wondering at that point. The Tabasco Sauce has now been mysteriously thrown several times and broken on one occasion! Another time was when we were working and heard a loud crash in the back hall. When we went to see what it was, we saw a broom and a dust pan lying on the floor. They “snap” into a holder on the wall so they are never on the floor. They’d been hanging there with no problems, snapped into separate holders, yet both fell. The motion sensors have gone off twice and the alarm company has called the owner to come out and check to find nothing. Several of us have actually “felt” a presence and had the hair stand up on our arms and necks. I knew it was time to check the security tapes and we finally found evidence of activity!” Evans believes this surveillance video is proof positive that something paranormal exists in the popular establishment, besides the “heavenly” pizza and salad bar. But who — or what — could be haunting the pizzeria? Years before Stocky’s Pizza opened, the location was Walker Brothers’ convenience store. Evans tells Kiss Country that she’s heard a terrible automobile accident happened on the premises in which a woman was hit and her car actually smashed through the wall of the store. The woman was pronounced dead at the scene. Evans believes she never left.
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Haunted Fort Chaffee Ft. Chaffee near Ft. Smith, Arkansas, was featured on the Travel Channel’s Ghost Adventures episode 10, 4th season in September, 2010. The crew travels to various locations hoping to collect visual or auditory evidence of paranormal activity. The producer and host, Zac Bagans,opens each episode of Ghost Adventures with the following: “My name is Zak Bagans. I never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video. With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator, Nick Groff, and our equipment tech, Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations where we will spend an entire night being locked down from dusk until dawn. Raw; extreme; these are our Ghost Adventures.” The episode on Ft. Chaffee begins with Zac’s introduction. He tells the background and history of the complex. This military complex has been home to German POW’s, Cuban and Vietnamese & Cambodian refugees, as well as refugees from Hurricane Katrina. It has seen hundreds die within its walls. In 1940, as tensions in Europe were rising, a key training base was built on 70,000 acres of Arkansas farmland. Ft. Chaffee welcomed its first regiment of soldiers the week of Pearl Harbor. Before long it was housing German POW’s captured by allied forces. Many Nazi soldiers died there, their bodies buried deep within the woods. For the next 40 years, Ft. Chaffee continued to train Americans for combat. Few things could have prepared the base and neighboring towns for the sudden flux of unwanted refugees in the spring of 1980. Castro opened up the Port of Mariel and encouraged dissidents to leave; the refugees flooded into America. Ft. Chaffee was designated as a processing center for the refugees, and many were held as prisoners. A retired warden informed viewers that there were numerous stabbings and rapes. Inmates would cover themselves from head to toe with feces to keep from getting raped. In maximum security, Richard, a Mariel Boatlift leader, hanged himself. There was a full scale riot that required military intervention. A number of refugees were able to escape. Some of the prisoners practiced voodoo and the retired prison guard said he saw them do an exorcism once. “They killed a cat and skinned him, made a fire with toilet paper and roasted him. There were demons in the place,” he said. “Several of the inmates were shot and killed and buried on the grounds in unmarked graves,” he reported. “There was a structure where mentally deranged patients were housed, and the spirits do not welcome the living there,” reported the guard. Today a lot of the structures have been consumed by mother nature. There are abandoned buildings with eery, cavernous hallways, and paranormal activity has been reported. The Cuban prisoners represent only a tiny portion of Ft. Chaffee’s history. In 1975, Chaffee housed thousands of South Vietnamese and Cambodian refugees after the fall of Saigon. An activity coordinator named Mark David Chatman was assigned to the Vietnamese. Later, his own demons led him to murder John Lennon. Elvis Presley was drafted into the Army and processed at Ft. Chafee. And, the area has also had Big Foot sightings. Many people have reported seeing the tall, hairy creature roaming the woods around Ft. Chaffee. The last refugees housed at the fort were victims of Hurricane Katrina in 2005. The team of Ghost Adventures captured EVPs (electronic voice phenomena), felt strange, cold chills, heard unexplained old music playing, and captured over a minute of unexplained work and hammering sounds. During their lock in, voices commanded, “Get out,” “Come and get me,” and “Shut up” and asked “Where are you from?” Zac concluded, “We could be sitting on one of the most haunted areas ever.” Today there’s still an active training base at Ft. Chaffee. Lynn, the former prison guard, turned one of the buildings into a haunted house for Halloween.
The Haunted Prison: Oct 1 - 31 Old Military Prison at Chaffee Crossing The Historic Prison was built in 1940, Camp Chaffee, has been transformed into the spookiest Haunted Houses in the state. The constatine wire fence still surrounds the maximum security unit, barracks, latrine, electric gates, and chapel. Admission: $12 per person. More info, contact Lynn Merechka at 479-769-0398. This sign, titled "New Horizon" in front of Fort Chaffee showed the number of Vietnamese and Cambodian refugees who had lived at the camp and had been subsequently resettled, as well as the number still living there.
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Model’s clothing provided by Cindie’s Shreveport, Motorcycle provided by Mary Baker
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A Victory Sampling
Demo Riding Three 2013s By Ken Bingenheimer, National Motorcycle Examiner
I love trying out different motorcycles, so when Victory Motorcycles sent its truck full of new 2013 bikes to town offering demo rides I was Johnny-on-the-spot. Let’s ride some of these things! It was a different sort of demo ride experience than I’ve been acustomed to. With all the usual legal liability demands that have become an everyday part of life in these United States, these events are usually very structured. You sign in and show proof of motorcycle validation on your license. You sign up to ride a particular bike at a particular time. And then before every ride the ride leaders give the same detailed discussion of what is required and what is prohibited on the ride. I signed in and got my wristband and that was it. At one point the ride leader addressed those of us waiting to ride and said simply, “Pick your bike and get on. Let’s go ride.” He did give about a 30-second runthrough of ride etiquette, but mainly he seemed to assume that we all knew what we were doing and didn’t need it hammered into us. Were we all responsible adults, or what?
Boardwalk I had my eye on the new-for-2013 Boardwalk so I quickly laid claim to it and climbed aboard. Victory groups its bikes into three categories, touring, baggers, and cruisers. The Boardwalk is a cruiser. The first thing that strikes you when you get on the Boardwalk is how wide the handlebars are. These aren’t just steer-horn bars, they’re longhorn bars. And what that translates into is a forward reach. There’s no sense in a short guy like me putting a backrest on this bike because you’ll never use it. Seat height is low and it’s easy to plant your feet solidly. This particular Boardwalk had a windshield, but that’s not standard, it’s a $500 option after you also pay $140 for the mounting hardware. Other than the windshield there is nothing up front other than one dial that shows speed, mileage, trip mileage, fuel, and time. As with all Victorys, the Boardwalk is powered by a 106-cubic-inch V-twin engine with a 6-speed transmission. That provides the smaller bikes with a generous amount of grunt while still affording the bigger ones plenty of get-up-and-go. Vibration on the Boardwalk is noticeable but not excessive. The mirrors are small, teardrop-shaped affairs that must be properly positioned to perform their task adequately. On the road, the power was evident. Even in sixth gear at highway speeds, a twist of the wrist was all it took to rocket forward. And with its low center of gravity and those wide bars, handling, stability, and maneuverability were excellent at any speed. The one issue that could be a problem was engine heat. As soon as the bike warmed up I began feeling that heat through the seat. While it was
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no issue at speed, on a hot day in traffic it might easily get more than uncomfortable.
Hard-Ball These demo rides were not handled in any scientific sort of way. I selected bikes that had a particular appeal, something I was interested in checking out, and so I next settled on the Hardball. What makes the Hard-Ball stand out is the ape hanger handlebars; other than that it’s not much different from the cruisers or most of the baggers. It is a bagger, though, so unlike the Boardwalk it comes stock with bags that offer 21 gallons of storage. I’d never ridden a bike with apes before, so I was eager to give it a try. Unfortunately, demo rides aren’t long enough to answer the question of whether your arms get tired in that position, but everyone I’ve spoken with says it’s just the opposite, it’s more relaxing. What the ride did demonstrate very clearly, however, is that those people must have been talking about slower speeds. In the parking lot, on the streets, and on the twisting mountain canyon we went up, the apes actually added to the fun because turning involved an exaggerated swooping of the bars from left to right. On the brief bit of interstate we did, however, it was a different story. With no windshield, my upper body was like a sail catching the full force of the wind. Just half an hour of that buffeting would be exhausting. It was better when I leaned steeply forward but that was not a pleasing riding position. Despite having the same engine as the other bikes, the Hard-Ball definitely had more vibration. Add the height of the bars to the equation and you end up with mirrors that vibrate so badly that they are practically useless. My verdict: Get a Hard-Ball only if you do most of your riding around town.
Hammer 8-Ball Sticking with the theme of choosing bikes with one outstanding characteristic, I moved next to the Hammer 8-Ball. Another cruiser, the Hammer 8-Ball stands out because it has a 250mm rear tire. It’s a look a lot of people like but you have to accept some handling compromises. A tire that size is going to take more effort in the turns, but on the straightaway you can’t beat it for stability. On the road it just didn’t matter that much. Yes, there was a little more pressure needed on the grips to roll into a turn, but it was minimal. Other than that I might as well have been on the Boardwalk. Like all of Victory’s cruisers and all the baggers except the Cross Country, the Hammer 8-Ball (and the Hard-Ball) have the same single instrument dial up front. Vibration is more on the level of the Boardwalk, and seat height is higher than the Boardwalk but lower than the Hard-Ball. All are within an inch of each other but seat width factors in, too, making the Boardwalk the lowest feeling of the three in addition to actually being the lowest.
In summation, Victory has built some very capable motorcycles that cater to a variety of tastes. Not everyone is going to find each style appealing, but that’s the beauty of offering different models: One size does not have to fit all. If any of these styles are what turns your crank, you just might want to give Victory a look.
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Mount Rushmore National Monument One ride not to miss is Iron Mountain Road, US Rt 16A, which takes riders through continuous switchbacks with scenic vistas, past wildlife, over pigtail bridges, and near treacherous drop offs before arriving at the colossal Mount Rushmore National Monument. The monument is located about 50 miles, or one hour, from downtown Sturgis---some of the best riding anywhere. But, expect delays in the road where you may have to stop for wildlife like big horn sheep, donkeys, and grazing mountain goats. If you’re lucky, you’ll also see communities of prairie dogs digging their burrows. You also may see large herds of roaming buffalo which can be very dangerous. Stop and give them the right of way. You can view a video that I took on my trip along Iron Mountain Road to Mount Rushmore in 2011 and my own encounter with the buffalo by clicking the video link on the left. Riders on Iron Mountain Road will get clear views of the monument and there are several places to stop along the way and get pictures. The granite faces of four American Presidents tower 5,500 feet above sea level and are scaled to men who would stand 465 feet tall. Each head is as tall as a six-story building! Sculptor Gutzon Borglum’s attention to detail makes the faces of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Teddy Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln appear almost lifelike in the morning and afternoon sun of the Black Hills. The entire memorial covers 1278.45 acres and attracts 2,000,000 people annually. “The massive rocks that form Mount Rushmore, completed in 1941, stands among the Statue of Liberty and the Stars & Strips as Pinky’s Motorcycle Passion Oct 2012
one of America’s most inspiring symbols of democracy,” reads the Mount Rushmore National Monument website. I’ve made the ride several times and can attest to that fact. The magnitude of the formation jutting out of the mountainside will likely stir a sense of pride in every American visitor and likely, jealousy in foreign visitors. If you have time, stop at the visitors’ center. During the Sturgis rally, it’s open from 8 am to 10 pm, but you won’t want to be on Iron Mountain Road after dark, so plan accordingly. There is no entry fee to Mount Rushmore National Memorial but motorcycle parking is $11. This is a ride not to miss for many reasons. It is challenging and rewarding at the same time. The challenge increases during the Sturgis rally when thousands of riders make the trek up the mountainside. This is not for the novice or inexperienced rider. The switchbacks and treacherous drop offs are only part of the hazards. There are wild animals that might require sudden stops and a significant amount of traffic. Bikes are often just a bike length apart.There are single vehicle tunnels and cars on narrow roads with barely room for a car and motorcycle to pass each other safely. Inexperienced riders should avoid this ride, especially during the rally. But for more experienced riders, don’t miss this legendary ride while you’re at the Sturgis motorcycle rally or in the Black Hills of South Dakota for a visit. 40
Devils Tower National Monument During the 72nd annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, one of the largest in the world, last August, motorcyclists from all over the world had an opportunity to experience the great roads that surround the area. One such ride is the time honored trek to Devils Tower National Monument. Located about 80 miles, or 1 1/2 hours from downtown Sturgis, the monument becomes visible from miles away. Take Interstate 90 West for 51 miles and exit mile marker 185 turning right onto US 14W for 19 miles and right onto WY 24E for 6 miles. Go left on WY 110/County Rd 174/Devils Tower National Monument Road. The Devils Tower, called Mateo Tepee by the Indians, means Grizzly Bear Lodge and resembles a large tree stump rising out of the ground. It rises 1,200 feet above the Belle Fourche River with an altitude of 5,117 feet above sea level. Geologists remain puzzled about the creation of the Devils Tower, but one theory has it that volcanic action created extremely hard rocks when molten materials cooled and crystallized about sixty million years ago. These igneous rocks form striking polygonal columns on the tower’s sides. The tower is surrounded by tons of talus or rock debris, as many columns have crashed around the base of the rock into huge broken pillars in eons past.
us, Rock, save us,” that the rock began to grow upward, pushing the children away from the bears and out of harm’s way. The girls were pushed up into the heavens where they remain today, transformed into a group of seven twinkling sister stars, the Pleiades. And the rock, their salvation, became the Devils Tower, where scratches made by bear claws are visible along its sides.
and leaving the gashes.
The Sioux legend has it that two little boys were out hunting when they were chased by Mato, the bear. Exhausted, they collapsed at the base of the rock, fearing for their lives and hoping that the bear would not see them. Soon the ground began to tremble and rise toward the sky. It lifted them along with the growing mountain of rock until they found themselves on top of it. The frustrated bears remained at the bottom clawing at the rock
In 1906, President Theodore Roosevelt signed a Congressional bill making Devils Tower the first national monument. In 1978 the Tower became the site for the first meeting of earthlings and visitors from outer space when it made its debut in the movie, Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
At the Tower, you’ll find a welcome center, an area for refreshments,and great photo opportunities. There is also an outpost with a souvenir shop stocked with Science has its theories, but the Indians have their memorabilia and books about the science and legends explanation of the tower’s origins too with varying of Devils Tower. Don’t miss this legendary ride the next legends, all of which include Mato, the bear. The Kiowa time you’re at the Sturgis motorcycle rally or in the legend tells of ferocious bears frightening seven little Black Hills of South Dakota for a visit. Indian girls. One girl prayed so hard, “Rock, have pity on 41
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Belief behind the bar Rev. Tony Nations
Words matter much; Attitudes matter more Let me go ahead and preface this article by saying that I understand the notions of “tongue in cheek” and “just yanking your chain” very well. For those of you who see themselves in this article, certainly no offense is intended. All of us who’ve been riding for a while have no doubt collected our share of pithy patches and smart-aleck helmet stickers. And we’ve all seen hundreds more. You definitely get an impression about someone by the sayings or quotes that riders have decided to adorn their vests and helmets with. I’ve even got a few myself. These would include: Forget about world peace; visualize using your turn signals! My wife says I don’t listen to her! (or something like that) Yes, it’s fast. No, you can’t ride it.
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That being said, I felt it needful to comment about some other ones that I have seen, and that you have probably seen too. I include a few of them below. For decorum’s sake, I chose not to completely spell out some words or identify certain acronyms. DILLIGAF FTW Everyone’s an a**hole till proven otherwise Horn broken, watch for finger I’ll be sober tomorrow, but you’ll still be ugly I’m not prejudiced, I hate everybody Kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out My give a dam*’s busted Annoying the world one person at a time Eat Shi*! Fu*k you, I have enough friends! It must suck to be you Trust No One! Is it just me, or do these mottos, mantras, and “mission statements” have a certain pre-emptive antagonistic ring to them? I know not everybody is a “people person”. I also know that all of us have been mistreated, taken advantage of, lied to, double-crossed, betrayed, or otherwise burned by a friend, relative, or acquaintance. Trust me, I get that, and I could tell you about similar experiences of mine. However, in my own personal quest to try to make the planet a more peaceful, polite, and principled place, I include for your consideration, the following scriptural advice (all verses NIV): Titus 3:2—“…slander no one, to be peaceable and considerate, and to Rev. Tony Nations
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Book Review; Bean’re Motorcycle Nomad
Bean’re is a well known character in the motorcycle industry and beyond. If you still don’t know him, don’t count among his many friends around the world, here is your opportunity to discover the man before you meet him in one of the many motorcycle events he attends all year long (just look for his signature top hat and the flashy suit he wears during biker parties) We all talk a lot about pure freedom, but how much do we know about it, live it? If anyone in this world is free, truly free, that someone is Bean’re. Free from the 40+ hour grind, from the credit card and mortgage payments that dog most of us…Motorcycle Nomad, his just released book (in print this week and shipped beginning of August to coincide with the Sturgis Rally)), written with the help of moto journalist and books author Timothy Remus, is the non-fictive story of the life-long adventure he has chosen to pursue, without a regular job or a permanent address, riding an old chopped Road King all other the country. Money? Bean’re earns enough working as a carpenter when needed or as the paid emcee at a Sturgis roadhouse to keep gas in the tank and decent tires on his very unique purple motorcycle. Poor? Of course not. Rich of pure freedom, of so many friendships around the world and much more. In this inspirational tale, Bean’re explains how and why he gave it all up, what he gained along the way, paints with anecdotes his daily nomad life on and off the road, makes you smile, makes you want to be him for 1 month, 1 year or more… Motorcycle Nomad can be pre-ordered at the Wolfgang Publications Website. Once on the publisher web site, just click on the cover image, then the online order process is easy. Anyone who orders early will save two bucks and get a free Bean’re sticker to boot. Total sale price is only $16.95 with free shipping available to the lower 48 states. Bean’re Motorcycle Nomad. (book cover painting by artist David Uhl)
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Arkansas Highway 7 It’s what motorcycles dream of... I woke up Friday morning with a whole list of things to do before my ride on Arkansas Highway 7: bike wash, hook up the power outlet for my GPS, get packed, etc. Yep, that’s my motto, “Why do today what you can put off until the last possible second?” The plan was to ride my 2008 Yamaha V-Star 1100 from my house in Petal, Mississippi, to meet up with a good high school buddy of mine, Walter Boxx, who rides a 2006 Honda ST1300. Walter would be coming from Huntsville, Alabama, and would have a ride of 437 miles. We planned to meet at the Country Inn & Suites in El Dorado, Arkansas, before beginning our journey on Highway 7. I’ve stayed at the Country Inn and Suites before and found it a nice place to stay. It has free internet and breakfast but is a little expensive at $120.00 a night. Saturday morning the alarm clock rang about 5:00 A.M. and we were ready to hit Hwy 7 by 6:00 A.M. We wanted an early start so as to beat the heat. About an hour into our ride, we were starving as we rolled into the city of Arkadelphia, Arkansas. There was not a big choice of places to eat at that hour but Walter sniffed out the Donut Palace with his “donut radar.” The Donut Palace is very small. Don’t blink or you will miss it. There are only a few tables and a small counter filled with donuts and a row of big crescent rolls filled with bacon, sausage, eggs and cheese. I’ve got to admit, I was worried that this was not going to be a good breakfast spot but then I ordered a crescent roll which the clerk heated in the microwave. Wow, was I surprised. The roll tasted as if it were just made and I wished I had gotten two of them. The coffee was great too.The cost was just over four dollars, a bargain. Highway 7 starts curving and twisting near the Louisiana border and the “We had the further north you go, the more turns and hills you get. We passed many biker bars and highway to crazy-looking motels along the way, not to mention the small towns we passed through: Smackover, Arkadelphia, Bismarck, Hot Springs, Jessieville and Dardanelle, just to ourselves. Traffic name a few. It was not long before Hwy. 7 became “crazy curvy” and hot. It was so hot… was almost somewhere around 103 degrees. We had the highway to ourselves. Traffic was almost nonexistent and the road was smooth as glass. We pulled over in Jessievillle National nonexistent and the Forest to drink a few gallons of water, take a short break, and cool off. We were soon joined by another biker, and, as bikers usually do, we began to talk bikes. We learned this road was smooth as guy has been buying 70’s and 80’s model bikes and doing engine swaps. The bike he was glass.” riding that day was a Yamaha 650 but he had pulled the motor and replaced it with a 1000 cc motor from another bike. He told us it was a “little rocket” and a “blast to ride.” It looked like a factory job to me and I told him, “Job well done.” After cooling off, we got back on the road. We were still heading north and nearing the Missouri border. The things I liked most about Hwy. 7 were the gentle curves which did not require a lot of up and down shifting. My cruiser was getting right at 50 mpg and I think this had a lot to do with the 55 mph speed limit. We had been riding since that 6 morning with very few stops and we were tired. We spotted the Hub Motorcycle Resort and decided to make it our destination for the night as we were hot and tired and in need of a shower. The Hub is a biker’s heaven. We pulled up a long uphill driveway until we came to a clear spot on top of the hill where we saw a large
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sixteen-sided building. Right behind it is the Hub Motel. “Motel” is missing its “o” and I think this adds soul to the name. As soon as we parked our bikes, we were greeted by Randal Phillips, a biker-looking guy and owner of The Hub. Have you ever met someone that just loves his job? Randal Phillips is like that. We talked a while about our bikes and then Randal asked, “Do you guys want to see the most beautiful girl in the world?” as he pointed to a door in the motel. It raced through my mind, “What have I gotten myself into?” Randal was talking about his lovely wife Debbie, the second part of this workhorse team. She greeted us with the same “ I love my job” attitude that Randal had. What a great couple. We made our way to the rooms and I noticed that above each room number is a photo of a hot chick and a chopper--biker’s dream. We knew we were in the right place. The room was cold and clean and had a king size bed, refrigerator, microwave, coffee pot and t.v., There was a box of old rags with a note that said, “Bike, Boot & Etc. Rags.” Right outside is what I like to call the biker playground, an area with fire pits and places to sit and tell stories until the wee hours of the morning. We dropped our bags and headed back down the hill and across the street to Mystic Caverns. We were just in time to catch the last tour of the day. The tours cost 14 dollars apiece and lasted about an hour and a half. We heard some amusing stories including one about a moonshiner that used one of the caverns. The caverns stay about 59 degrees year round so that was the best part. It was still hot outside. It was starting to get dark so back to The Hub we went. Bikers started arriving and the Budweiser started to flow at the biker playground. We walked over to Scooter’s Restaurant in The Hub which was about 50 feet from our room. We seated ourselves in a booth and enjoyed looking at all the T-shirts that were pinned to the walls. The shirts were signed by former guests and were from different rallies which had been held at The Hub. There are only two or three other people in Scooter’s and I wondered how the owners could afford to keep it open. About ten minutes later bikers started pouring in like flies to butter. Within minutes every table in the place was taken. The food was most excellent and the service was top notch. After a good night’s sleep, we got an even earlier start the next morning. As we were wiping down our bikes and loading them up, Randal walked up to tell us goodbye in person. (Damn, doesn’t this man ever sleep?) I wish we could have stayed longer. I rank this biker motel an A+. We had one last thing to see before we headed back south to El Dorado: Thorncrown Chapel which is located in Eureka Springs Arkansas, and,seemed like a good place to go on Sunday. We really did not know what to expect but were amazed at what we saw. It is a church made out of glass sitting in the middle of the woods. It’s not easy to photograph. In pictures, the glass makes it look like an iron structure with a wooden door. This is a “must see” if you are in the area. And yes, there are services held there every Sunday. After seeing the chapel, we started home. The route back was unplanned but we knew we wanted to avoid the interstate. It was 106 degrees so there were many water breaks and a two hour lunch. Soon we came upon the famous Arkansas Pig Trail with 19 miles of tight turns, hills, and valleys and views that will take your breath away. It is ranked as the 9th Best Motorcycle Ride in America in motorcycleroads.com. This road may be too challenging for new riders. To end up our long day of riding, we were hit with a couple of short but hard rainstorms. I usually hate to get wet while riding but both showers were a welcome relief from the 106 degree heat. The next morning we said our goodbyes and each of us headed our separate ways back home. We rode about 1500 miles in 4 days and have memories of a lifetime. Arkansas and motorcycles-you just can’t go wrong. Pick your own route or follow our giant circle around the state. The roads are great and the scenery is unbelievable. You might not want to go in July because it’s HOT IN ARKANSAS!!! My next trip will be in early spring or late October when I plan to ride straight to The Hub and get a room for three or four nights and use it as a base. There’s lots of stuff to see around there. ‘Til next time Big Al
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Safety with Mark Poesch, DC Motorcycle Examiner
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eeing the future; literally
Where you are looking and where you are directing your bike will communicate to the driver. You want them to see the future you see. If they’re turning across your path to the right, and you’ve committed to swerving around them to left, your path will be a whole lot easier if they continue on their path. The worse case scenario is that they correct their error, and swerve back into their lane – right into your revised path!
On the track, we are taught to see the future continuously. It’s always too late to do anything about the turn you’re in. So, it’s essential to be focused down the track, seeing through the next turn, and directing the bike accordingly. Looking through the next turn is the key, because it is that focus that is enabling you to see the future, literally. Where you look, is where you will go. MSF teaches street-riders the same technique. In the Basic RiderCourse, you’ll hear it repeatedly, “look through the turn.” And, “where you look is where the bike will go.” While riding, you are more literally seeing the future than in most other aspects of life. On the bike, where you look, generally speaking, is where you will go. So, if you want to crash into the car turning across your path, just keep staring at the driver through his windshield in rage and shock.
By seeing well ahead of the evolving situation, you can reduce your speed – you can also adjust lane position to communicate to the driver that you are on a collision course. Shifting to the right of the lane will tend to be more intimidating, because it closes that gap in the time they perceive to get across the road. Shifting right will also draw their attention, and will position you to swerve left around their rear bumper if the driver does enter the intersection.
The experienced rider will already have anticipated the driver’s poor choice, and will see a safe path through the intersection, and will have begun telegraphing that he’s going that way – adjusting speed and lane position at the same time. This communication process is essential, because your vision for the future will lead the other driver to continue on their path – or not.
In cases like these, I will also flick on the high-beams as an extra “here I am – and I see you!” reminder. I’ve actually seen drivers stop in their tracks – first considering the turn, then aborting after seeing my high-beams come on. Communicate that you have seen that future, and you don’t like what they might be thinking!
The only thing worse than a driver making a stupid mistake and cutting you off, is a driver who then realizes their error and becomes radically unpredictable – at this decisive point, they are poised between braking and going faster, and will tend to err on the side of panic braking (except in the case of aggressive drivers, who will often just accelerate).
On the track or on the road, if you’re not looking through the next turn or intersection to see the future, you’re already behind the curve trying to catch up with circumstances beyond your control.
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By seeing the future, you gain the power to change it. Take control! And, ride safe!
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PGR rides to Honor Fallen
Photos by Rebel Wren The Louisiana Patriot Guard stood a flag line at Hillcrest Cemetery in Haughton, LA on Sep 15, 2012 to honor SSgt Kevin Weiner. He passed away on 11 September 2012 in an automobile accident that occurred while his unit was returning home after hurricane duty. SSgt Weiner was a two time Iraq war veteran, and had also been activated in support of Hurricane Gustav recovery operations as well as Operation Deep Water Horizon.
Something Wicked This Way Comes...
Pinky’s Passion has teamed up with the Shreveport Iron Order MC to host Haughton’s first official Wicked Weekend to raise money to be donated to the Lupus Foundation of America. We hope to increase public understanding of this unpredictable and potentially life-threatening disease that affects an estimated 1.5 million Americans. Lupus is an autoimmune, rheumatic disease. In lupus, the immune system of the body attacks its own cells and tissues. Specifically, the joints, skin, kidneys, lungs, heart, nervous system, and other organs of the body are affected. There is no known cure. We’ve decided to make this gesture because lupus affects one of our own, our fashion editor, author Amy Irene White. This event will include a poker run, costume contests, live music, an auction, bike show, vendors and a book reading and signing by Amy, the Wicked Bitch herself. She is a four time published author, and an eight year lupus survivor and advocate who has traveled all over the country including Sturgis, New York, Dallas and Los Angeles to raise awareness of this devastating disease. What better way to spend Hallow’s Eve weekend than hanging out with the Wicked Bitch to raise money for a good cause? This event is open to everyone, and will be held October 27th at Camp Joy Marina. Polish your chrome, get out your favorite costume, hop on your broom and come on out and party with the rest of us at the greatest Halloween biker bash this side of the Mississippi! Camp Joy Marina 4920 Camp Joy Road Haughton Louisiana 318-987-3100. for reservations or call pinky at 318-588-2567. cabin rentals available for $50 Cost of poker run $10 plus $10 for passenger and extra card $5… starts at 11 a.m. All events at Camp Joy start at noon. 47
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Here we are again, riding down the road to another adventure. This month let me tell you about another thing I learned while riding on the back. One weekend my honey and I decided to go see some friends in Texas. I had been having a rough time with my fibromyalgia and so was taking some Valium for the associated depression. Well, after a nice visit, we left for home and low and behold, the Valium kicked in and kicked my ass. We were on Highway 80 and suddenly Jim felt my head bump the back of his helmet. I had dozed off and if he hadn’t stopped I probably would have just slid off the bike. It wasn’t funny at the time, but when Jim tells it now, it sounds hilarious. This is not the only time I have gotten so comfortable on the back, but it surely was the scariest. With our new bike I am going to have to be even more careful because the back seat is even more comfy and when he gets the radio cranked up, I really relax. Now back to the trip to Texas. We had a great time riding the back roads and you would be amazed at what you can see from the back. There were people working in their yards, animals in the fields doing what animals do, and lots of beautiful scenery to see. With no cage around you it not only looks prettier, but it smells great and your whole view is awakened. As October is upon us, Jim and I are looking forward to celebrating our 30 years together and are planning a 10 day vacation. We plan to take a road trip starting by way of his mom’s in Albuquerque, NM, then wherever the road takes us. That will be my next article.
As Jim and I rode into the campgrounds, we parked the bike and started to walk around. Upon returning to the bike for a little refreshment, this guy was standing next to his bike and talking to some friends. I asked him if I could take a picture of his shirt. I hope he didn’t get a swelled head because that seemed to be all you saw out there, and I mean no gal was modest, not even the ones who
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didn’t seem to have anything to brag about. There weren’t many vendors, but the ones that were there had reasonable prices. The band was enjoyable, and not too loud. The only problems this Bitch had was too much beer and sun. It didn’t bother me too bad on the way home, but it sure was hell getting up the next morning, and trust me, I had no energy at all. I guess I’m too old to cut the mustard. I better get in shape for our trip in October.
BIG AL EATS Becky’s Diner
390 Commercial Street, Portland, Maine 04101 Telephone 207-773-7070 www.beckysdiner.com
Our quest for the perfect Maine lobster is over thanks to Becky’s Diner which my wife and I happened upon while walking on the Hobson Wharf near downtown Portland, Maine. It’s a beautiful older building which I would call barn-like with Maine harbor flair. You enter the front door into a small room filled with bulletin boards covered in business cards and flyers. Not being from a cold climate, I think this small room is a buffer for the diner once the weather turns bitter cold. Once inside, it is a classic diner with chrome bar stools and a few booths along the side. There is an aged tin ceilng, old school stuff, not new stuff made to look old. It’s a “seat yourself ” kind of place so we picked a booth and were greeted immediately by our lovely waitress. After a quick look at the menu, my wife spotted it: the Maine whole lobster. We went to place the order and I ordered the fried clams and my wife YELLED out, “I’ll have the whole lobster!” “Houston, we have a problem.” You see, Becky’s does not start serving whole lobster until 4:00 P.M. We were an hour too early. I am not sure if it was the look of disappointment on my wife’s face or just the outstanding service you get at Becky’s, but, our waitress went out of her way to get a freshly cooked whole lobster delivered right to our table. They even brought out an instruction sheet on how to eat the monster which my wife studied a few seconds and then dug in. All I can say is, it was the best tasting lobster we had ever put in our mouths. I say “our mouths” as I got a quick, small bite when she was not looking. I wanted a second bite but was afraid of losing a hand. My clams were outstanding too. It was one of the best meals of our entire 10 day trip. After a great meal,we were given our bill which I gladly paid for a job well done. So, if you are ever around Portland, Maine, head over to Becky’s Diner and you will not be sorry that you did. ‘Til next time, Big Al
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Sunny Daze
This is part V of the continuing story of Sunny Daze and her motorcycle adventures. Read previous insallments of Sunny Daze at www. pinkysmotorcyclepassion.com
Fiction by Mary Baker
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
“Hello” “Judge Rim?” “Yes, who’s calling?” “This is Congressman Jameson. I need a small favor.” “You want a favor from me. You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me at home. I’ve told you never to call me here. What part of that don’t you understand?” “I’m sorry sir. But this is an emergency. You’ve seen the coverage about the motorcycle accident on Wednesday that killed that young girl, Rhonda Wilson. Well, I’m involved with her best friend’s mother, and the damn motorcycle club, the Rebel Horsemen, Judge, they’re blackmailing me. You know Anne. She’s an Air Force Chaplain’s wife. And, Ken, they’ve got photos of me with her.” “What do they want, Congressman?” “John Richards, he’s the man that was riding the motorcycle with the girl, Rhonda, when she died. He hasn’t been charged yet. But they’re considering vehicular homicide, maybe even 2nd degree murder. Currently, he’s at LSU under close security guard, but they don’t want him to go to jail. They want us to work out bail.” “Damn it, Congressman. I’m tired of bailing you out of this shit. There’s nothing I can do for you, even if I wanted to.” “Judge, you’ve got to. Trust me, you don’t want to ignore this request. The Horsemen are dangerous and they could expose both of us.” “Are you threatening me, Congressman?” “I’m just saying. You think about it, Sir. I’m sure you won’t want your private life exposed any more than I want mine out there in the open. It is an election year, after all.” “I don’t like it. And, I don’t like you threatening me. You have no room to pass judgment. You’re worthless!” There was a pause. “Damn it. Let me make some inquiries. I’ll get back to you. In the meantime, keep your mouth shut, and stay away from that woman until this blows over, you hear me?” “Yes sir.” The phone went dead. _______________________________ John was driving the little Hyundai and Miss Meka was in the passenger’s seat. Ten year old Charlie fidgeted in the back seat. “Are we almost there, Miss Meka?” “It’s just a little while now, Boy. Your momma’s gonna be so proud of you, Charlie. She’s been waitin’ ten years to hold you in her arms again. Remember what I told you, Son, it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t have any choice but to go to prison. She did it to protect you, and she did it to stay alive. Your daddy, now he wasn’t really a bad man; he just got inside the juice and let that whiskey take over. He hurt your momma and he would’ve hurt you too. You remember that.” “I’m scared, Miss Meka.” “What you scared of, Boy? Miss Deidre’ll be comin’ home and stayin’ with us. It won’t be no different, ‘cept we’ll have a house guest. You look at it that way, and take time to get to know your momma; you got all the time in the world.” “Okay,” Charlie sighed. They pulled up to the Tennessee Prison for Women, a maximum security institution for women convicted of major
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Sunny Daze felonies. There was concertina wire surrounding the large labyrinth of brown and white brick buildings. There were guards perched high on their outlooks, scanning the grounds with binoculars and carrying large weapons at the ready should any disruption require their deadly response. Little Charlie was fearful of the guards. “What if they accidentally shoot me, Miss Meka?” “Oh, Boy, don’t you worry, now, that won’t happen,” she reassured Charlie. Charlie’s mother had called this place home for the past ten years. While inside, Deidre had attended classes to obtain her GED and went on to continue her education in a culinary program offered by the prison’s rehabilitation department. For the past 60 days she had been attending a therapeutic transitional program designed to help her reintegrate into society. The prison system would also help her with post custody employment. John pulled up to the security gate where the guard asked for identification. Because he was a police officer by trade, he was able to forego the usual pat down and interrogation normally reserved for visitors to the compound. John explained that they were there to pick up Miss Deidre Cash who was being released today. The guard raised his eyebrows and nodded in the direction of a nearby picnic table where a beautiful, thin blonde woman, dressed in a stylish polka-dotted dress was sitting quietly with her hands folded as if in quiet prayer. Her lips were red, her skin was ivory and her blue eyes reflected the morning light. “Park right over there,” the guard said, and pointed to a small parking lot inside yet another gate which opened when he hit a switch. “She’s already been processed and is ready to go. When you enter the parking lot, I’m going to lock the gate behind you. When you’re ready to leave, just get back inside the car and I’ll reopen the gate.” As promised, once John entered the parking area, the gate closed behind them. “You ready?” John asked as he turned and looked at Charlie. He placed his hand on the little boy’s arm and said, “Be strong, Son. It will be all right. Today is a great day. Today you will meet your mother. I am so proud of you, and I know she will be too.” With that he turned and opened the car door. He walked around and opened Tomeka’s door and then little Charlie’s door. “Come on,” he said as he reached his hand out to the little boy. Charlie wrapped his little hand inside John’s big hand, and felt safe as he walked toward his mother whom he had never met. Tomeka held on to his other hand and Charlie could feel the strength of the two people he loved most in this world. He knew his life was going to be changed today. He had caught a glimpse of his mom as they drove up and he was astounded by her
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Sunny Daze approached him. “Hey man, Ringo is looking for you. He’s mad as hell.” Tommy shoved his hair back out of his eyes and proceeded toward the door and the certain wrath of the President. Ringo was so unstable. One minute he was fine, the next he was enraged over something little. What it would be this time, Tommy had no idea. However, he was quite surprised and relieved when he opened the doors amid cheers, handshakes and backslaps. “Welcome Brother”. “Congratulations”. “Proud to have you join us.” A smile spread across his face as the crowd separated and Ringo stood before him. “Brothers, friends, guests, I can find no better way to honor the loss of Rhonda this evening than to patch in Tommy. Tommy was on the fateful ride when Rhonda lost her life, and his response and actions were nothing less than honorable. I am proud to welcome you to the Rebel Horsemen Motorcycle Club. The brothers got together and voted you in as a brother and, as is customary, chose your road name. You will from here on out be called Bomber, for the B-52’s your work on, of course.” With that, Ringo handed him the full patch set; the large Ark-La-Tex center patch, the Motorcycle Club bottom rocker, the Rebel Horsemen top rocker and his name tape. “You’ve got one hour to have that sewed on and meet me at the Stamtisch. Come here.” And, he reached out his arms and gave a big brotherly hug to the newly patched-in member of the Rebel Horsemen. When they separated, Ringo poured his beer over Bomber’s head and then raised Bomber’s hand in the air like a championship fighter and shouted for all to hear: “Brothers, welcome Bomber, the newest member of the Rebel Horsemen.” In response and amid cheers, the patched members came one at a time and each gave a hug, a handshake and a personal welcome followed by the custom of pouring their drink over his head. Ten minutes later, and beer and whiskey soaked, Bomber left the clubhouse with a huge smile on his face. He was heading into town to have his patches attached. _____________________
______________________ The clubhouse was crowded with people who came to celebrate the life of a girl most didn’t even know. But, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she died while riding on the back of one of the club member’s bikes, and that made her association with the club the same as being a club member’s old lady. It would be disrespectful not to show up without a good excuse and names would be taken of those who failed to show up. The club was a family and it required a dedication that most civilians wouldn’t understand. The club would always come before anything else including the members’ biological families. It was understood that there would be no excuses from the regular patched members and prospects today. And, there would be many riders from other chapters nearby coming in for the wake. Their Presidents would impose the same responsibilities – it was a mandatory event with no excuses. Therefore, that evening the clubhouse was packed to capacity. Prospects of the Shreveport chapter along with prospects from visiting chapters were working security outside the building making sure the bikes were secure, keeping order, and keeping unwanted visitors away. Other prospects were busy getting beers for patched members, cooking and serving food, emptying trash and doing whatever was asked of them. Tommy was still wearing a prospect patch, but was hoping he would be asked to join the club soon. After all, he was the senior prospect and had shown his willingness to do anything a patched member asked of him for almost a year now. Initially Ringo was angry with him for bringing Sunny, an underage girl, to the clubhouse, but now that Ringo had laid claim to her as his his old lady, Tommy was in his good graces. Tommy had just finished a shift at the front gate of the compound and was walking toward the clubhouse when a “squirrely” little hang-around
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The Rebel Horsemen, Vicksburg Mississippi Chapter were riding along Interstate 20 West toward Minden late Saturday afternoon. Prior commitments kept them from being able to make Rhonda’s funeral, but they wanted, nonetheless, to show their respect by attending her wake. Riding in side by side formation were Grease, the President; Humpty, the VP; Rocket, the Sergeant At Arms, patch holders Tiny, Bubba, Bear, and Squirrel, two prospects, and a hang-around. The group of ten was traveling amid light traffic and going above the
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Sunny Daze speed limit at 95 miles per hour when a group of Hell’s Prospects came up behind them. The group of Hell’s Prospects was twice their number and wasted no time overtaking and surrounding them. They forced the group of Horsemen off the road. As soon as the bikes came to a stop, the fight ensued. Knives came out and the Hell’s Prospects used 18” flashlights that they carried strapped to their belts as weapons. The Horsemen were outnumbered, but had no choice but to fight, and they put up a good fight. But, when it was all over, Tiny and Squirrel, as well as their two prospects, were severely injured. The Hell’s Prospects beat them relentlessly, and when they were finished, the leader of their group said, “Get out of Mississippi or die,” and he raised his hand as though he were pointing a gun at them. With those words said, and the threat of future gun battles, they got on their bikes and left. It was only moments before the State Troopers arrived on the scene, having been called by a passerby. ___________________________
and dialed the Congressman’s phone number. When he answered, all the Judge said was, “there’s nothing I can do.” And he hung up. The Congressman stood staring at his phone after the call from the Judge. He knew he had to let the Horsemen know that he was not going to be able to get their member released. It would certainly mean trouble for him and he would probably make the morning news. He couldn’t bear the shame. He would have to take the coward’s way out, he thought. “Yes, but not without ruining the Judge first,” he thought. He placed the thumb drive into his computer and searched for the file named simply “Judge”. It took only a moment for the video to begin playing. On the screen the Judge was in a hotel room with a young boy of about 12. The boy was sitting on the couch and the Judge was standing before him naked and fondling his private parts. You could hear the Judge say to the boy, “when you grow up, yours will be big like this, too.” And then the Judge cooed, “Let me see yours, Mike.” Mike shook his head “no”. The Judge replied, “If you don’t, I’ll hurt your Aunt Anne.” The little boy sobbed, but he stood up and dropped his jeans to his ankles. “Now your underwear,” the Judge smiled. The Congressman closed the window on the video. He couldn’t watch any more. It was so disgusting what this man was doing to this little boy. And he should have helped the boy, but the Judge knew about Anne and threatened to blackmail him. “Now it was going to backfire on the Judge, the bastard.” The Congressman opened his email and typed “Ringo” in the “To” block and “the Judge” in the “Subject” block. He attached the video. Then he typed Anne’s email address and the Judge’s email address in the “copy” block. The Congressman poured a whiskey and loaded his 40 caliber. He shot back the drink, slammed down the glass, and clicked “Send” on the laptop. It was done. The Congressman poured one last drink of whiskey, looked up to God and said, “I’m sorry,” and he picked up the gun and placed it in his mouth. The last thing he heard was the sound of the trigger as he pulled it back. His brain exploded inside his head.
The Judge reluctantly picked up the phone
Pick up your next issue of Pinky’s Passion Motorcycle Magazine to read the continuing story of Sunny and her motorcycle adventures.
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Humor His Name Was Bubba... His name was Bubba, he was from Mississippi ... And he needed a loan, So... He walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan Officer. He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an International redneck festival for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000, and that he was not a depositor of the bank. The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security for the loan, so the Redneck handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Redneck produced the title and everything checked out. The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and apologized for having to charge 12% interest.
El Lobo
Later, the bank’s president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at the Redneck from the south for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari Into the bank’s private underground garage and parked it.
I had the great fortune of meeting El Lobo from Oklahoma this summer and his wife, Teacup. We enjoyed their company and swapped riding stories, some serious, and some funny. But, one was too funny not to share. El Lobo explained that Teacup’s trike was being loaded onto the back of a trailer to be taken home from the dealer. He drove the Trike up on the trailer in front of the dealership, customers and mechanic staff. Once he was level on the trailer he looked around dumbfounded. His confusion was apparent, and it took several minutes of moving his left foot around, nodding his head back and forth and raising his hands in exasperation before he finally shouted out: “I can’t find the damn kickstand!” The crowd of people watching him exploded in laughter, and El Lobo will never live it down. “Dude, it’s a Trike - there isn’t a kickstand!”
Two weeks later, the Redneck returned, repaid the $5,000 and the interest of $23.07. The loan officer said, “Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found that you are a distinguished alumni from Ole Miss University, a highly sophisticated investor and multi-millionaire with real estate and financial interests all over the world. Your investments include a large number of wind turbines around Sweetwater, Texas. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?” The good ‘ole boy replied, “Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?” His name was BUBBA.... Keep an eye on those southern boys! Just because we talk funny does not mean we are stupid.
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FYI: When the publisher is out of town, and her husband gets with the photographer and model and sends photos like this to the publisher, the husband goes to the doghouse. He is still there!
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...and the rest of the sign says “We will laugh!”
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