So wuzz up with this nylon crap?

I am a cheese sandwich ready to melt any time you combine this> on these; that turns out looking like this; or this; or this; and especially like this; and of course this; .

There are all kinds of speculations of where the interest started, but suffice to say the human female lower quadrant has always been one of the fastest methods of meltdown for ye ole AyreWolf here.

Maybe it was the fact that working on set as well as off with Kathy of Dukes-of-Hazzard fame and her hot lower limbs, maybe it was the vision I saw as a youth on the cartoon version of Cinderella, who knows.

It was one of my 4 SheWolvez that once came up with the idea, that if I had to work a long time with some hot set of legs, but really smelly feet in those hose, that I’d get my fill of it, and I’d be over that obsession. Thing is her idea only fueled it more.

Now the origin of the idea, that, and I’d love to take credit for it, but wont since it wasn’t me, but a long time ago, back in the early 1970’s a towing service out of New Mexico started the phenomenon. In his Yellow Pages ad, he said, “ We Don’t want your arms or legs, just your tows. The idea of rhyming the two words TOW with TOE, again was not my doings, however I will not say that I’m all for it.

My idea of the perfect tow service TV ad, was inspired by a plumbing company out of Boise. Where there was this older gal who lived on snob hill in Boise, that had her toilet get messed up. So she calls this plumbing outfit, so at the end of the ad, we see the plumber kiss this older gals hand whilest she was sitting on her black marble sink with gold fixtures, the tag line ran as, “ We treat our customers like royalty.”

So I got this idea, have a kountry gal in a Jeep or pickup break down , the gal in her hot short shorts, in nylons of course, she calls for help on ye ole CB, and here I come to the rescue. At the end of the ad she’s sitting on the table top dollies on LexiBelle, and I like the fabled Prince from Cinderella, putting on the glass high heel, I gently kiss the kountry gals toes in nylons of course, with the tag , “ We Luv Tows.” It wasn’t until one of my interns at KDSL in Gooding, Idaho that said why not just scrunch the letters together as TOEWS ? So I did and the result is> that turned into the infamous poster we run as> as such finding the right gal with the maturity, as well as the more free spirit and not so inhibited mindset to carry that off has been one of those tasks that should seem simple, but isn’t. Most candidates think its some goofball with a nylon or foot fetish, more often it feels like border line porn. Yet its to get the idea in a kinky style of a way that day, night, sun or snow, if ya’ll need a toew we go. Ever since the start of that project, I am always looking at every applicant I’m always looking at feet, if I can see them, as well as toes, since you don’t want huge feet and off looking toes, you want elegant as well as dainty toes, and yes for sanitary reasons, wearing nylons.

Now to round this out here this early morning. And today I’m taking the day off for needed rest, but I have been chastised on using a word meant for lot lizard, Hooker. Our definition is cb trucker talk or slang for tow truck. Although both DixieWolf Toewing of Boise, (my company as well) and Cooter’s A1 Toewing of Bliss Idaho and Ogden Utah(again my Company) the main company will always be what I started with Highway Hooker Toewing. I first got the idea for the name from two sources. The first was from a featured white pearl tow truck from Texas that the editors of Overdrive Magazine titled the Happy Hooker. The next was fellow Toew Bro’s (A Knytes-of-Anarchy subsidiary) member who did up some T shirts with a heavy duty tow truck at the top, a silhouette of a pavement princess in the middle and a light duty tow truck at the bottom, the shirt read, “ Our Hookers Handle all Sizes” it was kinky, but catchy and got the idea across. So after I got LexiBelle> I thought hey here’s the company name Highway Hooker Toewing, and I’ve never really looked back.

Finishing up, so the way to my heart, is these> in these> that turns out looking like this,

  the way to get hired by me for the club, or for my company, is these> in these> that without a million questions and has the courage to put the idea into the initial interview, so that at the end of that interview she does this> so that we end up with the ad that turns out like this> or for those in Utah that can remember > So Sammi you and the rest of the gals remember its feet, toes in nylon hose, that’s how to score points.

TTYLY

There are bars, saloons and dives

tHERE are bars, there are saloons and there are dives, and trash joints. Of all of them the last two are mostly what we have here in Evanston Wyoming at least as it is currently.

Before I start out on what the full Reaper Club experience will be like, I need to give some examples of places that are equal to if not just slightly better than the Reaper and those we emulate.

The first is Shorty’s Saloon, of which the club has a controlling interest, but beyond that, Shorty’s always remembers me and the club, or just me. I walk in, the bar tenders there always clears my stool, and spot on the bar, my favorite chili and garlic bread is served along with my Bud long neck bottle. Whether I ask for it or not. Even if they haven’t seen me in a long time.

The next is another spot that used to be in Boise now residing in Coeur Delene Idaho. The place is called the Iron Horse, and tell you this; I walk in, Friday’s, clam chowder, that is a special recipe. I mean its velvety nor runny, velvet white, with carrots, celery, real chunk potatoes , again my garlic bread roll, and Bud, in my spot, in front of a TV, and they always remember to give me the remote.

Then there is Anchors Bistro and Bar in Twin Falls, that’s where I met Emme Lou, but more important, my shrimp in a basket, my fries cooked MY WAY, and my Bud draft. Right in front of my big screen TV and the remote so I can watch what I want to, in my spot in the mid section of the bar floor.

Exiting the Magic Valley, there is BJ Sports Bar there in Heyburn.

Same treatment, they remember me, what I want to eat, drink, and my TV. More over where I sit.

Rounding the Gem State out, there is the Green T there in Chubbuck just outside of Pocatello.

The common denominator? All of these places, treat their patrons like they are King Penus, they know and remember their regulars as well as the not so regulars. The cooks remember the patrons fave food and how they want it made. This is what makes a great place to drop the kickstand and sling your leg over and stay awhile.

However the Dives and trash joints here, have no idea of how to run such a place, but then that’s a leg up for us as we can show the locals and not so locals, what a classy truckers/bikers saloon is all about.

TTYLY

 

 

The History behind the Reaper

It’s not just from the TV show. The Reaper Club, is the Full Throttle Saloon and the Boars Nest mashed together as one helluva place done Hazzard Style.

But let’s look at the why and how the Reaper Club, got into the mix of the Knytes.

The beginnings of the Reaper goes back to the earliest days of the club. Back when we ran as the Hazzard County Knytes, needing some visual eye candy, for TV ads and so fourth, we took a page out of Firebird Raceway of Boise Idaho. See every year right before the annual FoX Hunt, in sponsorship by English Leather Cologne put on the Miss Fox Hunt contest at Shorty’s Saloon in Boise.

The winners would be on the English Leather Calendar and take home $5k. Great but what if you offered $25k, a place on a two year calendar and staged it like Firebird Raceway did it, in a saloon, where saloon patrons would cheer and hence vote on the hottest of the hotties.

Try as we might, we could not get one single bar, saloon, or other establishment to stage the event. The Knytes do not relish being told NO.

Not so volatile, lets say its a Sunday afternoon, your wanting a place with a big screen TV, some suds, spuds and a comfy chair to watch your favorite NASCAR race or drag race. In our area, your lucky to find a bar of any kind open, plus few if any are just showing a NASCAR race.

The first version of the Reaper was opened in a hole in the road called West-Point Idaho. Place sort of looked like the Boars Nest and that’s what we called it. Didn’t do very well.

The second attempt was in Springfield Idaho, again location was not good, so it was scrubbed.

Third location was in Morgan Utah, we called the place , Cooter’s Brew and Grill, complete with exotic dancers. However the place had to be scrubbed due to Marine duty.

Fourth location was again in Twin Falls, Idaho. The only reason that did not get off the ground, was the old gal that owned the place, decided, within two days of opening, to not sell the place. We should have sued but club officers said leave it alone. Right now between Twin Falls and Kimberly construction is under way for the grand Reaper.

Getting foxy bodies there is not a problem.

Two smaller versions of the Reaper is underway, one in Bliss Idaho, and the other here in Evanston Wyoming with an additional saloon, called GearHeads Saloon, which will be a full bore, NASCAR bar, similar to NASCAR Thunder just outside of the gates of Daytona Raceway.

That’s the how and why of the Reaper Club.

TTYLY

Can it be done? Yes, but only with the right people involved

Once again in the hot seat. The millions of dollars spent on talent searches. Wouldn’t it be nice if just once the right group of gals were assembled that could be molded together as the Hazzard County Angels? 24 of the hottest and not inhibited gals of legal age that could be called up at the spur of the moment, without jealous or psycho guy pals to upset things. My usual application standards are involved, and the first gals that can come in and do this> without 20 questions of why, so that my company gets its day on camera, so that this> that comes out like this, and this; is the kind of free spirit I’m looking for, so keep this in mind; but can it be done in Evanston Wyoming? That is my deepest and most worrisome thoughts and concerns. I and the Knytes as well as its sibling the AyreWolvez don’t like to have egg on our faces. You schedule up a camera crew, photographer, to do a shoot, and everybody is there except your feature talent. So you make phone calls, nobody answers the phone, or they see your name on the caller ID, and never answer. If they do answer you get something like, “ I talked to my boyfriend, and I decided not to do it” Only to find several weeks later, after somebody else does the shoot, they call and say can I have another chance. If you can’t believe in me or the club, now, don’t come back later.

Some wonder about the insistence on wearing nylons, and or tights, rather than fishnets or worse yet, barefoot. Its partly a hygiene thing, as a thin barrier between myself doing the smooching, and her sweaty foot. And two; wearing nylons just gives the look a bit more class.

But I think I have two people involved outside of the club that can help this whole gig, get put in motion. The bar right now from lack of available workers or female labor force, makes, plunking down $4k a month, in not one but 3 locations in town, a big gamble, let alone, if you can’t get 20 or so gals to be models, where are you going to find 12 to be on shift, of a place that’s nearly Coyote Ugly and the Boars Nest(Dukes-of-Hazzard) rolled into one. Where do you find gals that will dance on the bar, or cocktail servers who will allow strange men to drink from their boot or high heel? If you can’t all your doing is wasting $4k a month, that could be applied elsewhere.

So the first assignment I issued to my two new crew people, Matt and Sammi is have at least 4 or so hot gals to come to the Wolf’s Den here, in nylons with clean toes in nylon hose, that don’t have a problem with me kissing her toes. If the models can do that, just about anything else we assign them to do, will not be beyond their ability.

Any mile, body weak, need sleep.

TTYLY(Talk-To-You-Later-Ya’ll)