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
Over the last month or so I have been in the urgent search for cover girl models for the clubs website, as well as a grouping of TV ads to draw more of the none knowing public to the radio show/network. What I have rapidly found is that not all women wearing ink are that radical or rebellous . There was an old kountry music song that had as a title, Don't call him a cowboy, until you see him ride. Likewise, don't prejudge a woman with ink as being wyld either. In fact it'll most likely be some chiquita that is very mainstream and completely shy, and reserved. Just like Lexi here in Evanston . I met her, saw her ink, and thought, " Hey she just might be the kind of honey we need at our bar and grill, as well as doing some on camera work. After many weeks, her guy pal, said, not my woman. I guess it has something to do, with being around us biker types. Then I started seeing ads being flung at me worse than raw manure at a rodeo, for pop ink, gals starting a so called bad girls, alternative agency out of Boise. Came right down to pinning them down, and only, and I'll bet they would have remained had I not brought this up, but just because I spoke of the toe kiss for the teasing of two words TOE and TOW combined gets
that this so called bad girls agency would have stayed in the project. The gal pictured, was and is remarried, has 3 great kids, and yet had the conoles to step up to the batters box and get in the project. Being as she was in prior vocational assignments a nurse, we called her nurse GoodBody, after the character played on HeeHaw. The resemblence is uncanny. Getting back here on course, Erin got into the whole creation of HazzardAyre and to date I can call or text her any time and she and I are great friends. No physical sexual overtones , just great friends. So here was this bunch and I'll say bunch, because if this had been a real model assignment these gals for standing us up, would be banned and black listed from every talent agents candidate list. You don't hold someone up for a month, tell them your in, then back out just on one technicality. Given the fact that, I'm getting married in 4 years, maybe less time, and building a media arm alongside the Knytes, and all, this would have been a great thing to add to their portfolio. Guess what? They'll never do much in the way of any serious modeling, much less feature TV promo advertising. Of course , I should have put in my brain, because there's more bullshit on FB than there is truth, which is why all too many are gun shy of responding to any offer from FB, just as many don't answer ads from CraigsList. Much of it is not real and a scam. Just because she has tattoos and such, or because someone wears boots, Wrangler jeans and a Stetson, don't mean that is truly what they are. Just like the many who wave our flag of Dixie, they say they are rebels, and all, don't mean they truly are. Many have no idea about the true meaning , behind that flag, or what it still stands for today. The same thing goes for some of the foods we eat, you can't really enjoy the meat until you scrape away the cheese . See ya'll on local radio tonight and online Sunday afternoon on www.livestream.com/hazzardayre
TTYLY
Uncle Jessie Duke said it best, when trippin tall cotton look for snakes, or if your looking for water make sure its a well, not a mirage. My Mom used to say, don't put all your eggs in one basket. In all of these, found our new talent agency and go to person was after it all was a fraud. So look some more. I'm getting to the point of just film the trucks and such, and the models will eventually find us, not us find them. Oh well who the hell needed them any way? There is the fact that you only can get pro talent from Hollywood, Nashville or Atlanta, and if your lucky , maybe Seattle , but not Salt Lake City Utah, and absolutely not Boise. I'd have better fishing in Pocatello, than Boise. At least when we cast in Pocatello, SOMEBODY shows up. Not a bunch of promises. It's good Valerie, Ally and all have day jobs. They'll need them. This is a relief on several fronts, since I am determined to focus on our core operations, and mine.
See ya'll on the radio, but I post this, in saying if your in the market for talent don't go to Armada or anything or anyone linked to it. One even said we only had 7 likes to UCSA, really? This proves that wrong,
kinda kicks that story in the head don't it ? Now then if one does a search for Hazzard County Choppers you will find this;
if one goes to Google my Business, you find this;
By now if the little Twitches looked, they didn't look hard enough , now did they? Alrighty then as I said before and I say again, its Yankee stupidity, as we say it God, forgive them Yankees, for they know not what they do. Until later tonight oh and one last they sure as hell did not go to our radio site , did they? In case you might miss it, this is what it looks like :
Maybe some people ought to look closer before they ditch an $11,million dollar contract.
TTYLY
There was a time not that many years ago, in fact during the prelim discussions with Kim Lee, on the Knytes buying KBAR, there, that I was tuned into Zeb's show as I always do in the mid morning when over there. Now the precursor to my rant here is this. Two days before, I read in what was a competing news rag of Cassia County, about a historian and distant kin of a Northern Yankee Army Veteran of the grand war or northern invasion to the southland. Of course I stood up as any good Confederate would and asked, who this guy was and how about me going to the same schools during this guys presentation and tell those students the real history of that conflict, from one of a Confederate view. You could hear the crickets. So that one day, there was a gap in Zeb's show, so I called in and wanted to talk the southern side, as the cry for getting rid of our flag of Dixie was just starting. I got two minutes into what I wanted to say, got cut off, and thus forced to shut up.
Then last week I think it was Thursday last's show that Zeb was saying we all should get involved, get active, voice and bark and howl on issues and policies we feel passionate about. On the issues of Southern heritage and all Zeb and I are light years apart. You have to excuse him, he's a Yankee, and as we say in the south taking from the Bible, Forgive them Yankees for they know not what they do. I will say this too and this was why I think Kim pulled the plug on the sale of KBAR to us. The Knytes , myself, and of course our aviation wing are the real Wolves in amongst the sheep. We do not follow protocol, we do not follw or blindly obey the establishment, we are the real radicals of both the airwaves, as well as the sky, and highway. Have been always will be.
Now to this, like many kountry music entertainers have said it, you can't write, sing about things you really have not lived. The greats , Waylon, Willie and others have lived the events they sing about. It's their attitudes that to be true to your listeners and or audience you have to sing what you live, or it comes across all too phony. In radio Zeb and I have followed each other, mostly he follows us. As well as me, I write a blog, Zeb writes a blog, I go online with my show, Zeb goes online with his show, although I will say that Livestream, that carries ours is much better than that radioloyalty outfit Zeb uses. Yet after 6 years, Zeb knowing us in the Modern Confederacy as we are, I have yet to have Zeb call me and discuss the issue over our flag, the bath room situation in Mississippi and North Carolina. Two states that are in the heart of what I will call the Rebel Dixie belt. I say this to Zeb, instead of just barking about telling, people to get involved with issues and such they are passionate about , or, our point on Confederate matters why not call me on the phone and let us say our rant on your show.
Okay then next entry, With Twin Falls Idaho growing faster than Marijiana plants, the fact is, and I've said it many times, if the the local paper in Twin Falls area, wants to really give a hat's off to the one organization that put the Magic Valley of Idaho, on any big corporate companies radar, how about doing a story about us, our club, the Hazzard Knytes/Knytes-of-Dixie? I'd go more into it, but it requires a full article , but I dare the Times News, to get out of their safe box, and recognize that if it wasn't for the Knytes-of-Dixie, the entire area from Burley, to Bliss would be going backwards. There is more history in our organization than just about any civil or hobby organization in that valley. An organization that started with a youth based CB radio club that presented a truckers/cb'ers Jamboree in 1975 at the Filer Fairgrounds, that trippled the local population by 300,000 in a week, to our organizing at the , then polish Palace, now Snake River Grill in Hagerman with 15 youth, and creating an organization that is now just over 150,000 people around the globe, 50,000 just in the North American Union. No, and I mean NO organization has invested more, opened more doors, or has spent the hours working for that community than the Knytes-of-Dixie. Now there's an article and it has one emblem it is this
We believe in it, we love it and we obey it. We know its not a symbol of hate, slavery, racism, or anything that it shouldn't. We know it's a symbol, of love, truth, family, and faith.
TTYLY
