Dallas Scorpion Country is ramping up his stories to show us some serious, old school, outlaw thinking. Throughout this series, we’ve been talking about getting ‘inside the mind of an outlaw biker’ so if you’re a starchy citizen that’s going to huff or harrumph – do it now and get it over with. Let’s face it; Country has made no pretense about his past – just remember – the word ‘past’ is the operative word here.
By the way –Country and Dallas Scorpion Chaplain Zig Zag will be celebrating their birthdays at the Dallas Scorpion Clubhouse Oct 8th – 7:00PM – 10750 Shiloh Rd, Dallas. There’ll be a live band too.
These are the times club members and friends hang out and reminisce – believe me, both Country and Zig Zag have a lot of ‘Back-in-the-day’ stories. . . and you can be the ‘fly on the wall’ while they do it. Or perhaps, you have a question for either one of them – they’re open to them.
If you’re a citizen, you’ll have your own stories to tell after your real, honest-to-gosh ‘clubhouse’ experience – you’ll be hearing these stories right from the horse’s mouths.
CLICK HERE for Country’s past articles.
The Road Barons were not an outlaw club, nor was it an AMA club, but it had some pretty radical members at times. The outlaw bikers at that time had the same mindset as the Plains Indians of the old west. You didn’t deserve respect if you didn’t steal your mount.
Some biker ‘wanta be’s’ who has a beautiful Harley; carries it to Sturgis on a trailer or worse yet has a commercial hauler to do it for him; shows up , struts around on his bike amid the real riders, then flies home or loads his bike and goes home bragging about riding to Sturgis with the pictures and t-shirt to prove it, gets his bike stolen, well let’s just say I gotta think, “Great! Now it will be cut free to roam the highways by someone who appreciates it!” Yeah, I know, some bleeding hearts are cringing reading this, but it’s probably because it’s them I’m talking about. That’s how I got Hanna, my next panhead.
Let me tell you an outlaw secret; the best time to do any dirty work is in the middle of a bad ass, lightening striking, wind blowing , hail falling storm. . . if there are tornado warnings out, even better. Anyone can walk right up on someone’s porch and push their Harley away.
1. You can’t hear anything.
2. You think anyone in their right mind wouldn’t be out in that crap, (buzz words here are ‘right mind’)
3. No one will go to the window and look out, especially with all that lightening, going on
4. It will be the next morning before it is noticed, by which time it will be in parts or will look like a completely different bike. It could be ridden right by the house it came from and the owner wouldn’t even notice.
Hanna let me know she appreciated the freedom by giving me years of mostly trouble free riding and who knows how many miles.
Ok, I don’t want to hear it! That’s old school, that’s the way we were and that’s what I’m here to tell about. If this offends you, you need to go do something else because it’s only gonna get worse. For the folks who want to hear about how it REALLY was , hang onto your handle bars; you’re in for one hell of a ride.
I’m laying all this out now so we can weed out the queasy and the limp wrist, tree huggers, who are only going to lay awake at night worrying if they are next. Relax, you probably are and there isn’t anything you can do about it. Now, let’s go. . . !
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