Last week this time I was all aflutter putting the ad projects in line and life looking good. A person with drive and ability and all in the command seat of the modeling talent recruitment and training, so I could get my body headed into the direction of building bikes and going toewing, but that was last week. Since Sunday that I skipped Church for, some major talent find pow wow's and all and it comes to pass, that about the only talent we have is Crimson. The rest have pretty much bugged out. Now I know that once the locals here see Crimson on billboards just outside of town, and on TV both local as well as on Velocity, on our big rig truck customizing TV show etc, coming direct from here in Wendell, and of course Hazzard, the rest of the hold back honeys will be begging for a spot in our menagerie. As it is guess what ? Its Crimson and I.
I was naive in thinking that in just what 5 years attitudes and all would change here in our area. More over thinking that just because It's us in both the Knytes and the WolfPack, were the foundation of the casting. Many forgetting there was an era that the clubs and I together could buy and sell the entire county, and many places outside of it. The fact that many fat cows from Governor Otter to The Simplot's gained much of their financial wealth, from the Montgomery Foundation. The growth that this valley has had in the last 15 years or even longer than that came directly and indirectly from the Knytes/WolfPack and or Montgomery Foundation. All these Quick Response Medical Units were started by myself and the Knytes. That fancy ass'd fire station, in Hazzard itself, 80% of the bank on that came from the Montgomery Foundation. The fact that two corrupt politicians a county tax money bean counter and a real estate broker, stole my home near Hazzard, I have never complaigned about. However there is payment due, and favors that need to be paid up. I'm in this cute little house now, and I ain't going anywhere. This now is my home, but simple things like the radio station, talent agency and promotion gigs for my shop, toew service and yes the Club, need to be honored. So all these stuck up little twats, put away the shield of your so called sweet lies, and put nylons on your thighs and get up here and do photography for the Knytes/WolfPack Guys.