New day dawning and I'm still yawning

I tried to snooze last night but just couldn't get into a proper mindset so been awake most of the night. Had a nice chat with my lady online, but she was loosing touch with mother earth, so she went to dreamland and I'm about to. So went to get some donuts, and some comfort food, in route stopped by the shop. The same stuff on back of LiL Wolf had not been unloaded, so I got out, took maybe 15 minutes and now Monday I can drive LiL Wolf over to Chad's to get what should have been done at our shop, yet all the time Rick and his disfunctional crew could not or did not want to do, nor have any inclination to do. Then Rick wondered why I'm a bit stingy on the money side. Its kinda hard to get ambitious about sacrificing my creature comforts and all when your side is kicked to the curb, and pretty much ran over by the proverbial bus. The basic foundation of it all was he did the wrenching, I did the towing, but I went over my books, and while Rick has paid just about everything since he moved in, we rather I have lost just under $10,000.00 in towing revenue. No effort was made towards LexiBelle, and while the argument was that I could have done the work, in reality there was no room in the shop for me to work. So why pay for something I can't use? Then his Father in Law Roger, wants me to give up my Subaru, for or exchange for work to be done cosmeticly on LexiBelle, yet not one hand was raised on that, same goes for the work that now I have to pay someone else to do on LiL Wolf. Bottom line I'm keeping the Subaru. Much of it now is a moot point now anyway, I say let Rick fuss with Mr. Voss. All I need to do now is move out some things from the office, and I'm out of there come Tuesday. I've had it.
Any mile I'm pooped so I'm headed to bed.
TTYLY

You can spot a phony and a fronter everytime

Good morning ya'll, just had a great breakfast, I made my usual Hazzard County Oats, which is Oreo cookies crumpled up into a bowl of instant oatmeal. Some brown sugar and some fresh pineapple and you have breakfast that's good even in the Duke house. As I ate I watched the morning news, from FoX 13 here. Which I'd rather watch local WYOMING news, but dig this they had this weather guy, part time reporter, go out to the AutoRama. As they closed one segment they were comparing a piss yellow 35 Chevy coupe with ZZ-Tops, 34 Ford 3 window Duce . Really? The two cars are not even close in year, model, color none of it. I just had to laugh. These mainstream people don't even have the slightest idea of hot rods, customs and klassic rides, rods, trucks. Nope they just don't make the mental let alone the emotional connection to these cars and rides, like true gearheads do. But this is not the only time I have ran into this, and why hiring model talent is so tuff for us as a club, let alone me. One year not too long ago, there was the Boise Grand Prix, that had a booth at that years Boise Roadster Show. Now I wasn't trying to be a smart ass, or anything, I was really trying to learn what was under the hood, so I asked one of the cocktail waitress' hired to be eye candy for the booth, what was under the hood? Her answer? " I have no idea, I was just hired to hand out these pamphlets." Some warm up, pre education of their booth hostess's would have been nice. But that was not the only one, few years after at a event for gear heads, in Utah, GM was there, introducing the 502 Big Block Chevy engine as well as its bigger brother. Both the booth hostess as well as the shirt and tie sales guy there, had no idea when I asked, does the new engine have the same bolt pattern that the 454 Big Block has and would it bolt up to an older engine. A little better answer, of, " I don't know, but I can look it up for you" Thing is these people have no idea what makes up rods and customs. They are not auto or truck service tech people or even a hobbiest.  One of the things that we pretty much are adamant about in the Knytes, is that the people hosting a booth at the Hazzard Nationals(aka-Dukes Fest West) is that they know their product and have something intelligent to answer questions, not phonies. Which goes to the old saying of , " if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch." 
FoX 13 needs a more mature bunch of reporters. But I see where the Diva wars has become tamer. KSL hired a hottie, so 13 did the same. Now Channel 4 and 2 have some of the same old stale and not to eye friendly newscasters. Granted in news, it shouldn't matter, Walter Cronkite wasn't a hunk either, but he delivered serious news, not the tabloid junk you watch now days. It's just getting to be a serious matter and Utah's stations are hunting for on air talent as well as those behind the scenes, as FoX and the Utah Broadcasters Association, are hosting a media job fair. I'd like to be there not as a attendee but as a hiring network, but then who of Utah's domestic stations can offer to potential new hires, what HazzardAyre does? 
Mama SheWolf will be home this evening so I'm headed to the bunk house.
TTYLY

Limited vision cuts into a shallow wallet

Good morning, a great over the air experience was us here, but our Livestream connection kept recycling, so many of you tuned in online were not privy to the good vibrations here on the casual radio here. So I'm once again in the mode of thought, maybe its time to look at a paid streaming service. But I'm not completely convinced that its all together Livestream, the origination point and AllWest might be the problem as well. It's a shame that the product heads in companies can't look beyond metro areas. Like CenturyLink. It wouldn't take that much of an investment to roll out some fiber optic to the outback areas of Evanston Wyoming, as well as Randolph Utah. Granted there's not a huge population, but if you build it they will come. Evanston is expanding, sure its slow but its expanding none the less. If the Knytes thought that way, first I wouldn't be here and two, the purchase of the only city FCC license for a over the air radio station, would never have been made. Evanston is slow on economic expansion, but dig this; there's three new business' opening here, two new cafe's two bars, both will be looking to have wifi for their customers, that will need a bigger trunk than whats here now. Then a new RC/Hobby shop is about to find feet here in Evanston, plus two retail clothiers, and finally a music video store, that will also sell musical instraments like drums guitars and sound systems as well as sheet music. People tire of the violence in Metro Utah with Police shooting everyone, and everyone shooting each other, are moving to Evanston and Randolph , looking for a more rural lifestyle, yet will demand the toys and connectivity of Metro Utah. If CenturyLink and AllWest just sits on their butts and don't jump in, somebody else will . Even Google is looking at Evanston to offer 1gig internet. Like Boss Hogg once said, if a business or company doesn't grow it dies. 
TTYLY

How one TV show can change one's life and introducing DukesFest West for Evanston Wyoming

Seems all like dejavu as I write this, except for the wrong time of year,and all as back in the era, The Salt Lake City AutoRama,(now the Utah AutoRama) was in November, which made it good since you could go to the Boise Roadster Show in March, and still go to the Salt Lake City AutoRama in the fall. So it was in 1981, for three years prior, my butt was parked in front of the snowy TV with KMVT 11 Twin Falls Idaho and 7:00PM came on the Dukes. At that point it was just another TV show. 
At the time , Jimmy Mac, myself, Alan Culbertson Junior and Karl Kuhn had already opened our shop as Pat & Jims Speed Shop. Fall of 1980 I went on a fact finding trip, that was stopped due to a snow storm. I parked near my room since I couldn't go home in that storm, wouldn't you know it? A local kid had built a pretty good copy of ye old General Lee. Funny how those things happen. So it was that I was determined to find out who owned the car, after I did, gave him my phone number as I had plans on buying the car if he ever wanted to sell it. 
In June of 1981, the crew at our shop then, decided we were going to Utah to the AutoRama and be a exibitor rather than a spectator. We had built a Mini Kenworth out of a VW Rabbit, Diesel. However in finding some props, mainly some white go-go boots for our display or diorama , I noticed ye old General was for sale. Once bought and in my hands my entire life changed. Sure I had hob nobbed with celebrities, writing for some, like Airwolf and two others, but this one discovery changed my entire life. Once the General hit Hagerman, aka Hazzard, Idaho, I got clearance to use the proper name for our shop as the Hazzard County Garage. Of course following that, came the Hazzard County Knytes(knights) Kustmz Association, and in so doing, letters, visiting the set of the show supplying cars, and other vehicles to the show, I became part of the Hazzard County/Dukes family. Once Hazzard County infects you, you become addicted to it, as I always say, Hazzard County is more than just a place on earth, Hazzard County becomes a place in your heart and takes over your soul. It was the Dukes that caused me to look further into my southern roots, and discover I had much more in common with people of the south than I did of those here in Yankee land. So in time, I landed the Lady, bought LexiBelle, and for all intents and purposes I became the living true to life Crazy Cooter, at least in and of the Mountain West. Much of that I still live, and which is at the heart of everything I do. The very heart. Sure Knightrider, the A-Team and others that I wrote a few episodes for, or co wrote, plus four or so episodes of Airwolf, and yes I dealt with much of the cast of those shows, but none of which , made me feel as much of the real family as did the Dukes-of-Hazzard. I love each and every one of them, From Cooter to Daisy, to Cletus to Enos, every member, from Gy Waldron to Paul Picard(God rest him) and Uncle Jessie the entire crew, cast and studio. While I did work for other shows, still not one of those cast members ever came to my Mom's funeral. The entire cast of the Dukes did except for Luke, and only because he had another pressing gig, but he did send flowers and all. The rest were there, if not in person, in spirit, many called the night before including sweet Daisy, and after including Ben(Cooter). That's just one reason my mind might occupy Airwolf at times, but my soul is dedicated to as well as my heart, the cast and families there of, of the Dukes. To many the Dukes-of-Hazzard is a TV show, for me, the Dukes and all of Hazzard County is a way of life. 
This brings me to this, The fall of 2017, Evanston Wyoming will be turned upside down, as the Hazzard Knytes, Hazzard County Choppers, and Cooter's A1 Toewing of Evanston Wyoming, will present DukesFest West. A celebration of all things Dukes-of-Hazzard as well as Southern culture. Food, home grown car,truck, bike show, celebrity autograph signing and Cooter's Garage Band playing good old Kountry music. 

 A 4 day gig, and celebrating Deputy Enos's Birthday right here in Evanston Wyoming, adding some southern charm to the north. If you thought an event couldn't change a place, think again. Take 15,000 people, add 190,000 more and it'll be a southern jamboree in the Mountain West. 
All too often, the lord our Heavenly Father works in ways and uses tools that are obscure to most people , the snow storm that made me connect with a kid with the General Lee, the snow storm, that happened to make me stay put here in Evanston, the night I had to stay in to get online and meet SheWolf. I very important set of circumstances that while not logical, happen because the lord our Heavenly Father wants them too. The meeting of me and Rick my partner at the old shop and all, are about as opposite as two people can be, and even when I was bad mouthing him and all he stuck by me. Even though he is a few years younger than me, I couldn't do this now without him. But when it comes down to everything, its me, my SheWolf, and Hazzard County.
For more information on DukesFest West, give me a call at 307-679-7209 or email me at knytesofanarchy@yahoo.com 
TTYLY

Have you ever noticed that you see things different when your involved with someone? Than when your not?

Simple things that once you just had to view, that now that your all but hooked up, you no longer look at or care about. case for instance, down here in Evanston, at Jodies Diner, one that works in the mornings, that usually has my complete attention, yet here lately since I became involved with SheWolf, I really don't care. The word though does get around, that now that many can't rub their butts in my face to get me to catch a wiff of their jiff to convince to buy something or such, they're damn right onery. The big question within the elite of our town is, just who was it that was able to capture the hearl and mind of ye ole AyreWolf here? After all, i had been one that of the kind that I had nearly become a committed lone wolf. Yet, here she came, and she will soon wear my last name. Once your testesterone level is directed elsewhere, and constantly drained from the main vein, you now can focus on doing business. You no longer walk into an office, or place, and every female in the place thinking your on the make. It's now, get me what the fuck I need, let me pay for it so I can get back to work. Really the only bad thing here if it is in fact bad, is I had to reach out of the region, to our beloved land of Dixie, to Florida, to bird dog, my mate, and pay $300.00 to import her , here to Evanston. which is an insult considering there were a few hundred here that could have linked up with the old Wolf here, plus there are at least a few hundred in Metro Utah, that could have pulled out their stuck up little heads out of their butts, but nope. Oh well , just like I figured, it took a SouthernBelle, to capture ye ole Wolf here. 
More after lunch on the show.
TTYLY

We sure live in a superficial world, even if it looks like hell, don't mean its used up

I truly hate assholes, and it seems as though there are more of them every day. For many , its the fact that it has to shine, like a chrome and glitter, but chrome and glitter is not always going to get you out of a snow bank, or up a 70 degree canyon. 
Today a friend of Rick's my partner at the shop,(more on that in a minute) but the bunch was unloading some firewood. There was a chrome wheel in the snow and frozen, they jerked it out, but not before it took out a chunk of Rick's friend's Ford. There was some talk back and forth. Much of it having to do with LexiBelle, not being able and all. I wanted to smack the guy, sure LexiBelle would never make it at a pride and polish show, but I'd like to see this friend's Ford do what LexiBelle has done, under the conditions LexiBelle has done them. Buried deep in mud and near quick sludge up to the door handles pullin a one and a half GI truck out of the river bottoms, near Hazzard. Up a 70 degree mountain side, a truck 3 times heavier than LexiBelle, A Subaru Brat out of the deep mud near 1000 springs resort just outside of Hazzard, or a 5 ton, plus Chevy spud truck loaded with 98 sacks of spuds in the back with a single dually flat inside. Or pulling trees over even with LexiBelle's nose in the air, but still pulled those old Russian Olive trees down, the list goes on and on, but thing is, even as bad as she looks, she's still up for the job, and ready to take on anything, her size and heavier. It's like when young folks bad mouth older people, just because there's snow on the roof don't mean there ain't no fire in the furnace, its not the size of the Wolf, in the fight, its how much fight there is in the wolf. LexiBelle has recovered Evil Knievels rocket motorcycle from the Snake River Canyon, and done jobs many ten times her size would haven't even tried. Yes there's a bunch of cosmetic and some mechanical work to do, but make no mistake, LexiBelle is ready for action, 

 Oh and to my friend Rick, remember partner on our way home, LexiBelle left your truck in the dust.  Don't judge since your judgement day may be nigh and who says old means over?

TTYLY

Some run from the light, I charge right to it, basking in its rays

Some run from the light, as for me I run , no, I charge right into it. Being on stage, acting, playing music or for that matter TV and especially radio, has always been a passion. Even as far back as age 6 when our air club that was supported in part by Cub Scout pack 303 of Layton Utah, we had this thing we did at Admiral Bernie's show on KSL 5, (many can't remember theat even Lori Prichard) but Bernie saw what I had and told my parents not to discourage my talent. Or at least encourage me getting into the business. By 6th grade I was already playing drums in a garage band, and doing bit commercials. At age 7, went to the Fireman Frank show at KCPX-4(now KTVX) met with the staff of then hit pop rock station KCPX's program director Wooly Waldron, and began in broadcasting. So there I was , doing radio weekends, playing music, and of course going through flight training. That was my chosen careers. The tow truck, and all that came way later. 
There was this play that Miss Egbert at then Central Davis Junior High in Layton Utah, I had to wear a dress and put on make up, especially lipstick, stockings and heels. Hey the lipstick tasted like I just ate a Crayon, the stockings kept slipping down and the heels made me feel like I was walking downhill all of the time, but I was on stage, in front of an audience and was loving the heck out of it. As a child I was a bit too shy, I'd hide from those that I didn't know, plus it'd me that had to warm up to other people, not the other way around like it is now. Back then, if strange people came to the house, I'd find the biggest chair or hiding place and there I'd remain until the stranger left. But when our air club the initial formation of the AyreWolvez long before the TV show Airwolf, but the wolf pack needed me, and I stepped up, and havent looked back. I love public speaking, public performing, I thirst after it, the more publicity the better. Not all are like that, but nothing cures fear like facing that what you fear head on. I have a friend who is of the same LDS Ward of mine, his name is Dave. A few weeks ago now, he came to me, asking could I help him in his Disc Jockey aspirations for a contest being put up , by Wal-Mart. I said sure. Then last week or so he wanted to dive into HazzardAyre Radio and what we are continually building, after all as its been said, he who does not grow dies. Haven't heard from Dave, nor Vern since. One on air, the other engineering. There is this fever growing here in the west, the old conservative attitudes and being stuck up as far as TV and radio, is eroding. What is taking place is the rising of what was once taboo, into more of a popular view. To give you an example, once Bozo the Clown and the Howdy Duddie Show was seen as too extreme. What is now HazzardAyre, broke those molds. The first in the region to openly air Dr. Ruth's Sexually Speaking, the first to air Dr. Demento, the first to be that not always LDS approved radio. Not always nasty, but pushing against and bursting through the envelope. Just like I did in the air I now do on the air. But I'm getting off topic. I love that spotlight, I thirst for it, and I take the chance to be in front of the camera and behind the mic as much as I can. 
For those looking for that spotlight, we have open doors and welcome chairs, but you have to want it, you have to hunger for it, not just the cash stash, but the art of the craft. 
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