Ignoring the spirits or omens they bestow is one of those things we do but shouldn’t. Example; back in March of 2008 I was in good shape in Pocatello, had a gig on TV, was about to close on a place for the Reaper Club in Blackfoot, even had some babes on paper to give HCC and the club a boost, but got into a pissing match because some little snot nosed bouncer at some damn bikini bar there gave me the wrong kind of rub. Okay looking back, should have let the club handle that, and had I put it together then of who it was, would have just told the club, swat the little pest and been done with it.
So one nearly frozen Sunday, I was cruizing the Internet and caught this story of some damn nuke power plant up near Hammett, so thought , shit I can at least at that be a gopher, on the side set up the toew truck , and even get a place for the AyreWolvez.
So with little more than my monthly excretions from SSI, I trucked up to Goons Ferry, looked at this place up there, and the price was right, but what I saw was not what really was.
In July of 2008 by then I found that the membership of the Hazzard Knytes had dwindled to a very short few, and was about to collapse. So I decided , doing up this blog in the Mountain Home News might reignite the fuse of things Hazzard. My was I wrong. First the little prick from Pocky had to stick his nose in , then it was a free for all. Ya’ll know the rest cept it wasn’t because the spirits didn’t warn me. First on my way up , on my scouting trip to Goons Ferry, at the 141, mile post, the exhaust pipe on LiL Lexi, flat fell off due to rust. Then even though I had closed the deal on the place in Goons Ferry, I was at a point since I saw that the place was much smaller than advertised and the fact the place was up for sale, I wanted to back out of the gig. Called the guy, but he who owned the place, but he would not refund the money. Then at the 265 mile post on the way home to Pocky, the front tire blew, no big deal usually, but the nut had ceased on the lug bolt so I had to call out a tire truck. both the exhaust pipe and tire were omens from spirits having flown saying to me this is a really bad idea. But I was committed, so move I did. To round this out, in early September 2008 and nothing to do with the TV show by the same name, but caught an email from the Sons and the Sons bailed out the Hazzard Knytes from going under and disbanding. In October 2008 the Hazzard Knytes became the Knytes of Anarchy. The Knytes of Anarchy became a heavy truck enthusiasts group, retaining all the trappings of what was us throughout our Hazzard years, coupled with the Sons, of Anarchy or SAMCRO MC. SAMCRO are bikes and bikers, the Knytes , trucks, together we rule the roads. SAMCRO remains headquartered in ChowChilla California, while the Knytes remains headquartered in Evanston Wyoming, with the Idaho Charter still looking for a place to drop anchor. In many ways still, the Knytes are just teething and still under rework status.
That said, might the Knytes been better off east of the Tragic Valley? Might things have been different if I had heard the noises from those spirits?
In closing the club is looking, east to eastern Idaho, but I ain’t. The club is considering , putting our NOMAD President in Blackfoot Idaho as President, and me taking reins on the Utah Charter. Depends on what happens with Cuzzin Bud.
Bud is outta the hospital, but these diabetic mini strokes are becoming too frequent, and depending on ability I’m planning a run to Utah to be with Cuzzin Bud and Gordon, get things fixed financially for both myself and the club, then seeing what shakes as far as a place to hang my head, either in Morgan or Tooele.
With the bad mouthing, back stabbing and all I have went through the club as far as Idaho is concerned might do better with new leadership. As far as me, I’m way to tyred and getting way too old to wait for this horse and wagon state to warp into the 21st century.
L8R
