I'm not going to spend much time here , this morning. My head hurts, my butt aches and going through files on the old computer my eyes hurt. However this aims directly at what we in the Knytes are all about. In our world we call it Hazzard County Tenacity, more defined, Hazzard County Enginuity. Which aims at the question I always have are we the only ones doing life and commerce right? Even with the economic downturns, recession and all the Hazzard Knytes and all our subsidiaries are doing well. Nobody is getting rich understand, at least individually. Many of us do what we do for the club, because we love what we do in preserving the Hazzard County legacy, more over the Hazzard way of life. Simple, down to earth, all creeds, ethnic groups, and peoples. Sure we as a club have standards that must be stuck to, but overall, we are making good incomes from the clubs investments. This brings me to a point of order. Many think that if the club is doing well then why ain't I? If the club is knocking down $20,million in its cash stash why aren't I driving a newer ride, and living high on the Hogg? The reason is simple, I just manage the clubs finances and suggest where they go, that's my duty to the club. Myself if the shop of mine and my towing service is doing well, I do too, if not then I scrape by just like everyone else. The club makes mucho money, as for me not so much, and over the last 6 months very well not so much. Sure I miss home and Hazzard Idaho
but right now with two rides needing serious repair and LexiBelle needing some serious TLC, relocation is just not possible right now, plus I kinda like it where I'm at. I mean where else can you walk out of your home on a crisp April night with your coffee, and watch mule deer playing? Or see the grand plan of God displayed right in front of you. Sure there are a ton of assholes here in Evanston, I have met and dealt with many here, but in times of trouble this town will circle the wagons and help where they can, and be kind about it. Of course there is the fact that the full project of our Hazzard County on air as well as online radio station isn't fully done, there is much still needed to be done. The two bars, and all still need to be bought, refurbished and redone to Hazzard County standards. But I know it can all be done and by years end. Along with OUR Hazzard County website, and all , my plate is pretty full. Again I know it can be done because Hazzard folks don't quit. That might be why, with all the failures of our nation, with all the unintelligence along with a heaping amount of Yankee stupid, as it once was said on a Dukes episode, Walon said, " Hey don't laugh, if it can happen anywhere, it will happen in Hazzard County" And its the Hazzard Knytes, making it happen, we do Hazzard , the right way.
Next Entry; the Hazzard County Nationals aka DukesFest West, 2017, Uinta County Fairgrounds, Evanston Wyoming. Watch here for further details.
TTYLY
It's finally the end of my day, it's time for me to get off the computer, break open my mac and cheese, along with cottage cheese, big milk, and Ding Dongs, watch some TV and catch some sleep so I can be with all you heavy haulers overnight on RodeWolf Radio.
I want to get this out there though, before I go, beddy bye for the night.
I have worked with many Realty people in my lifetime. Some good, some bad, some complete idiots, and some that were close to being call girls, selling property. But I need to say, I'm very pleased and honored that our realty lady Pam here in Evanston, Wyoming is the most professional, efficient , and kind person that I have ever worked with. Now before many of ya'll think I'm pining for this lady think again, she's a friend of course, but our connection for buying property, nothing else , and it would be no different , if Pam was a Paul, or a man doing this transaction. If everyone in this small town was as good, upstanding and honest as Pam is, I wouldn't have as many sour grapes in my mouth about Evanston. At least its business community. Now I fully understand, that there are those in that business community that are not trusting. The fact that some asshole came in here to this town blowing his own horn on a radio station, LONG BEFORE us. Did not help our cause and causes. The fact that I don't wear a suit and tie, or drive a still owed to the bank new car, or have a piece of black plastic attached to my suit, shouldn't make a BIG difference. I am me, honest and attempting to not only help to this stuck up town, but to be of service to that big piece of black ribbon out there called I-80 and the main residents thereof those being the American trucker, the true backbone to this nation. Remember if you got it, a trucker brought it, or hauled it.
The Knytes-of-Dixie started out as a 4-H truck transportation organization in 1973, grew to a membership of over 5,000 just in Idaho and Utah, by 1982 we caught Hazzard fever and became the Hazzard County Knytes(Knights) and in 2008 converted to the Knytes of Dixie. With just over 50,000 members in the continental United States, and just over 3 million world wide the Knytes have a strength, that is unmatched by any mc or truckers organization. Period. Evanston is the choice of the organization to be its Mountain West HQ, and will by the end of 2017 employee 200 people, here. And why? Because of and especially due to people like Pam of Uinta Realty. As for me and my involvement in the Knytes, I own and drive a tow truck, as such and since 1982 have been the President of the Knytes's Towing Council, aka the Rode Knytes Association.
Any mile need feed, and oh btw , I'm back on the market, Shelly my fiance are no more, she insulted the club, and as such, I had to break up with her. She did not and cannot pay back the club for money spent on her , thus I'm a lone Wolf once more.
See you on the cyber radio later tonight starting at 03:00AM. At: www.livestream.com/rodewolffm
TTYLY
Our lady in Realty asks , " What is a letter of intent?" A real Estate letter of intent, is a written letter, that says that if the price is met and no leans or garnishments
are attached to the property , they will proceed with the sale and vacate same in a timely manner. So why do we require this in the club? Reason is that we as an organization have went after drinking establishments at least 8 times. We go in, scout the thing, get everything all set to go, and when it has came to the owners to cry Uncle, they say they have decided not to sell. Shorty's in Boise, Sportsmans Lounge just outside of Hazzard Idaho, Hot Rocks in Twin Falls, the Oasis in Twin Falls, and Lotty's here in Evanston. This time the club says, if we buy they will sell and if they renig at the last moment we want a piece of legal paper that say's we can get a good part of our money back, for our efforts. Not just be sitting there with egg on our faces. Now then talking Idaho. Over in Bliss, Idaho is a real neighborhood bar and sorta grill called Angels and Outlaws Saloon. Frank has done great things with it, but at $350k which that includes a liquir license, next to a two bay service station garage, means Evanston Wyoming is not our only choice. Thing is, there would be no labor shortage or human resources to hire from, all the club needs to do is say we are here, and we'd have half the valley over there ready to serve. Same goes for our now just a translator station in Buhl, Idaho but could be made a full power Class 1 radio station with just the turn of a door key and installation of equipment. Plus its 20 degrees warmer. Best of all in Bliss , we'd be the ONLY resident towing service there, and a Sheriff's office that would welcome us with bells on.
Bottom line, Evanston, its time to poop or get off the pot, the Knytes are not going to wait forever, our $371, million can be spent in Idaho just as well as Wyoming.
TTYLY
So it was a Saturday night, in our studios in Woods Cross Utah. With no open bars around and the need for brew for the Reaper crew high we sat there downing a few barley pops, tuned into doing the Saturday night edition of HazzardAyre Radio. The week had gone extremely well, 4 super foxes signed up for on air shifts, we had 6 pin up girls we were as we thought in Hogg Heaven. So as we looked around the cyber highway caught a blip of a radio station here in Evanston, going dark. Shit one of the guys said, we fire that back up and we have our Wyoming booster station for HazzardAyre. Now there are some things you should never say. One is " I'll never do that or go or live there again" Because as sure as Boss Hogg robbing a old lady's property taxes, you'll do it again. In 2006 when I pulled the plug and ultimately relocated back into Idaho, I said then, " I'll never move back there again" This is one of those , "I'll never do or live there again" things, guess where I'm at. So we rather I moved here. At first the plan was, stay here long enough to erect the radio station set up, train at least two or three people along with a administrator and station manager, then I'd move back to either Utah or home to Idaho. At first I moved into an oversized Varmit hut out at Yellow Creek Estates. Really, Estates? More like the Yellow Creek burial grounds. Tired of no ability to get Internet (more on that in a few stanzas.) or cable TV, I got in my truck, not knowing where to go, found the Wentworth and with the kindness of Janet, I moved in. The first location for the station, was the 5th floor of the Wells Fargo building, here. The tower on the roof , for additional money per month, plus that floor has head shrinks, and such on it. No daytime radio noise allowed. So moved everything back here to the Wolf's Lair here at the Wentworth # C-202. So thought came needed a brew with the Reaper Crew, Big Ricky from Twin Falls was here. No Lotty's, finally went to Legal Tender, but being as BIG Ricky, is the current Prezz of the Knytes he says lets buy Lotty's, remold that into our image of the brew house on SOA, and we can really rake in cash to our stash. So I started sniffing around that quite a bit. All would have went well there except, no beer or booze license available. Back to focusing on the radio station. You can't run a bar, without that license and at $4,000.00 a month and/or buying it for $600k the numbers don't level out. So we scrubbed that, still determined to just do the radio gig and me get the hell out of here. So thought was let's at least do the chopper shop/towing service. So found a shop, but with promises from three idiots of paying half of rent and all, I kept seeing getting LexiBelle, my tow truck here fading as fast as Boss Hogg eating raw liver(the man loved the stuff). Until Rick came into the picture. August and September went okay, but in October I suffered a devastating blowout on the old General JaXson, so there went October's rent. Until the last day of October, this big rig freight hauler blows a alternator, we get the call. Out went Rick and I, got the trucker to our shop, ultimately we made some serious cash. So instead of rent in November we went and fetched LexiBelle. Which started a downhill snowball of worse turning into worst. Until Rick and I both said we can't do no more. So I got a slightly lower cost shop, split between myself and the club, Rick got his own place and here we are.
So then, club want's to go full bore on two bars in and near Evanston. Good. Both come with hefty price tags, that really isn't the problem, the real problem is, who the heck is going to work at those bars? What kind of serious eye candy is going to drive out to the Boars(currently Hornets) Nest, as well as where the Reaper Club will go? Hell we can't even get super foxes, for pinup girls, as well as such mundane tasks as being on air on our radio gig, anchors and co-anchors? Granted there are other jobs like McDonald's , Wal-Mart, and Smith's foods, and a few d0 pay $20.00 an hour, but damn few others. Even Legal Tender only pays $8.00 an hour plus tips, Yet for the same $20.00 per hour with increases of $5.00 an hour every six months of dedicated employment with us, what makes one think that just because we buy and open these Biker/Hazzard themed bars, that there's going to be biker/Hazzard County attired female foxes that will work there?
Does make one wonder.
Need feed, find me on HazzardAyre Radio Saturday night at www.livestream.com/hazzardayre
TTYLY
There is something all too many people forget and/or ignore. We who are the citizens of the community of the highway respect, protect and honor others of that community. Be it in 18, 10, 6, or two wheels.
There are those small things that get in the way and challenge loyalties and honor, amongst us. However we pull back , pull our boots up and remember, thank and do our utmost best to honor our commitment to our brothers of the highway, in our case those who are members of the Knytes or those that might as well be. I let my dear friend Rick, down by not paying him when I should have, I let affection and all of a lady that I should not have gotten involved with get in the way. Not that I wasn't warned. Rick, Roger and Nate all said don't get involved with Shelly. It ain't worth it. Many in my church ward said stay away from her. I tried like hell to get her out of here the middle of March as well as the first of April. But I have a soft heart, so I stomached her for the month. But I flat told her last night, until she pays me back for the money I should have used to pay Rick as well as the club, there is no, and will be no us. Even then its borderline. I'm not in a big hurry to have to be saddled with that baggage and problem. But I can say this, come the first of May, outside of what I need to pay, for my house and shop rents, and all, Rick will have in his hands anything I have left. He's that dear to me. Not in a queer sort of way, but I love that man, to and because he put up with me. Helped fetch LexiBelle back here to me. Along with many other bits of change for chew, and a few other minor things. Mostly giving me a hearing ear when I didn't have ANYONE else to talk too. As far as Shelly is concerned, once she has paid me ALL of the $3,000.00 she owes me, I might, I say MIGHT!! consider a reunification. But not until.
Okay then; overnight, I'll be on the air on www.livestream.com/rodewolffm . The challenges of doing radio 24/7, plus trying to get going back to towing full speed , plus all the rest is well, a challenge. Not that there are many who want or are willing to get on air, much less do anything on the administrative side of the radio gig. Even with that if we did as a club, buy a bar much less two of them, who the hell is going to work them?
TTYLY
Breakfast at the Legal just as they're changing the menu and buffay from breakfast fixins to lunch is a gamble. So the Wolf-Pack and I sat there discussing the survival of MY company. Not the club, but MY COMPANY. The items involved everything from our toew kiss to the name of the Parent company. Over the years this has came and gone, and yes it does generate attention, given that it touches albeit briefly on a pleasure point. Back in 2005 and I recite history, because to know where your going, you need to know where you came from. That being that, from the start of me going towing, Highway Hooker Toewing has been our rather my staple. However there are some and I do say bigoted, but some law enforcement officials and others do not, and cannot get the idea through some rather thick skulls into their brain fluid, what little many have, that our definition of Hooker has to do with tow truck, not lot lizard. However that being that, Highway Hooker Toewing does make albeit not much if any here in western Wyoming since we screwed the pooch on this past winter, with taking on partners and others that were more into their OWN agendas rather than what we had in mind for the older shop. That said, in 2005 when I brought my crew here the second time, there was a city fuzz in CokeVille that did not get the idea of what we were all about. Now to be fair , having a younger short skirt run me up some paperwork, and such probably did not help, but over all, CokeVille had the idea of setting up a brothel rather than a towing service. So we left, came over here to Evanston and did okay for the first few months, then with the stubborn lack of momentum economicly and all I moved back to Idaho, followed by Tammy Hunt and her brood. Now in there we had always thought of how do we create a toew service that complimented our air SAR/Farm aviation company AyreWolf Aviation? We churned many names over from BlackWolf to a few others. We finally arrived at RodeWolf Toewing. Now its spelled the way it is, to give a tip of the hat to the on TV bar/grill on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour , called The Rode House.
What I'm here to announce this afternoon, is that besides Hazzard County Choppers, we are bringing to light something we will call RodeWolf Truck & Diesel Service, with that we are going to be retiring Highway Hooker Toewing and bringing in RodeWolf Toewing. Much of the rest of the company will stay as it, as well as it's marketing projects, from the famed and trademarked toew kiss
to our yellow/green/black paint, but a very new attitude. It is planned that over the next 10 years to retire all of our former toewing service trade names and meld em into one; that being: RodeWolf Toewing. We will be calling American Falls Idaho , home and extending to every current location including Evanston, and maybe attempt to step into CokeVille as well as Fort Bridger Wyoming as well.
Stay tuned
For just over 2 years now, its been 17 hour days, and no rest nights that my butt has been planted in either a drivers seat, or the chair behind a mic in a studio producing this dream we call HazzardAyre. Yet no recreation. So with Ron Marcus going into the UCSMC and all the club grabbed me and in an old Ford Bronco we took a run to Salt Lake City. Sitting in the back seat with some very pleasant exotic dancers, and groovin on OUR radio station, was the start of what so far has been a night of pulling the stress relief lid off on a strenuious life. Going into Utah's SAMCROMC/Knytes Hall, was great, I tried wearing my cut, but my belly sticks out too far, but I did the best I could. After 3 , 5th's of Jack Daniels, and some fruity thing that I don't know what it was , I felt my zipper of my smelly jeans being unzipped. Now while I'm withing a few years getting hitched, there's two traditions that are amongst many of the club, prior to marriage ALL male members have at least 2 pieces of free range strange, as well as at least 2 if its near or on ones birthday. So while Marcus got his, I got mine. How she could stand it , but I'm not one to look an angel in the mouth. After all since we paid for dancers, might as well get our moneys worth. Likewise, waste not, want not.
So with that , it's lights out in downtown Salt Lake City, for this old Wolf, further report in the AM.
TTYLY
