Some body did something special for me today and yep its Brain Fart Wednesday

Money came in today finally, so went out, paid a few bills, got my meds refilled, got my tire fixed and then went out to the Pilot and got my new can of Skoal. So far so good, however as always Sidney was there to tend to my needs. Now awhile back I was having soda with Sidney, and said I really got my temprature raised by blondes. Guess what fellow Wolvez, went in today and didn't catch on right away, but there Sid was with her flowing blonde hair, just about floored me. She really was putting on the ritz. Now was it just for me? I don't think so, but then who knows maybe she's fishing. After all she has seen me with most of my clothes off, and was here to get me to the hospital, when I passed out in the shower in November. It was Sidney that brought me food, and Skoal, she never has to be told which Skoal I like she just gets it. She's smart as hell, and delivers like there's no tomorrow . I'm going to keep throwing out bait to see if I can get her to bite, since she'd make one helluva employee.
Okay then, Talked to one of AllWest's people this morning out at their warehouse. Seems as though there will soon be fiber out my way, trouble is before they do I'll be long gone with Etown a bad wake up at night memory. 
Okay then, again; On the real Wolf Crisis. Now this is not Trump bashing, or anything, but President Trump's exec order to remove the Wolf off of the endangered species list, as well as opening up open hunting of wolves in Wyoming, Idaho, Montana is just idiotic. If somehow the Wolves would have migrated to the lower 48 states and settled here that'd be different. The fact is the grey wolf was captured by tranq gun, loaded in livestock trailers and transplanted to Yellowstone Park, which was the upfront idea. However, Wolves do not have GPS or a topical map that says don't meander elsewhere. Of course their going to prowl beyond the confines of Yellowstone. Of course during very cold months like now, when other available prey is scarce, yes wolves will hunt and feed on livestock. The Buffalo and other normal foodstuffs for wolves is not there, put calves and sheep in a pen, as the old saying went, Beef its what's for dinner. If the farmers who are bitching about this want to cure the problem, why not put their dead livestock out for wolves to feed on? Look, outside of very raw occurances, wolves don't like people nor being forced to eat livestock or people food, but if one is hungry enough its feast time.
To whit, the Knytes-of-Dixie, The Iron Knytes, and of course the AyreWolvez, are reaching out to set up a defend and protect Wolves fund. It'll be on Change.org. 
TTYLY

IKTA REPORT

Before I get into things here this evening, before I put on my better dress threads, to go attend a babtism at a near by Ward of the Church, want to say some things that hit this morning, and has been rumbling around my cranium. I was all for going to Church at my usual Ward, when as I was injured getting outta the tub. Slipped on the same hip I fracktured a few months ago, so drug myself back to bed. I only woke up when need to feed came in , so got up, ate some cereal, and been watching TV ever since,. Now here's what bothers me here. Few months ago, our Bishop on a mission to rectify a financial shortage situation I really needed taken care of, explained to me that I have been called to do a task. Something to do with indexing of family history records. No problem, only how do you do that? There was supposed to be some body from the Ward to come by, the Lair here to show me what to do. Nearly 4-1/2 months nobody has shown or called. But hey that's not all. As much as many of the quorams bark on home teaching, My home teachers never come by. Don't call, and the only time I see my home teachers is at Church or by accident at Walmart. The rest of the time I'm forgotten. Every week, Brother Hutch stands at the podium, and welcomes everyone, and asks is everyone feeling welcome, so many times I want to just stand up and flat say, "Bullsbreath I don't feel welcome, in fact ostersized." This does not mean everyone or everything in Etown is against me and or the Knytes, two of those being members, and several others that do support our organization, but not the so called members of the Church. I'm not what they call the chosen few, or even the chosen many. I don't wear a suit and tie, don't drive a new or near new car or lifted truck, and as far as financial gifts? I'll pay that when a true sign of welcome is given. I'll give at any time all I have, to God, but not the church. When I hurt myself really bad the latter half of November last, there wasn't one soul from the Church that came by, granted they had no way of knowing, but some home teaching would have gleaned that. Yet, it was the Knytes members that came by, one member's old lady made sure I had my soup, took my pills and got rest. Plus kept the Coyotes off my door. This is not the first time. I know many of you have heard this long before. But back when my Mom passed on in 83 , although the crowd at Mom's funeral was huge, it was the members of the Knytes who were there to support me in my time of loss, not the Hazzard 1st Ward, that two years earlier, by a declaration of my Mom I donated enough toys to needy youth in the Ward near new toys. Many of which had never been out of their original packaging. But Did the Hazzard 1st Ward, come up and say, got anything we can do for you, a meal, sewing, wash anything? NO, but hell no. Did the Knytes? Bet your next tank of diesel they did. But they got r done, if it hadn't been for the Club, I'd have been a blubbering idiot in a rubber room.
This is one of the reasons I stick with the Club and do what I can, to help it grow and prosper. 
This afternoon, I got a post by some buttwipe in the FB group, Tow Truck Mafia West. Something about explaining what the Iron Knytes is.
I replied simply, " Are you that stupid? The Iron Knytes Toewing Association, is a mall group of 1,000 towing professionals who just so happens to love older vintage and custom tow trucks" Finding em, restoring them, driving them." Of course the Iron Knytes Toewing Association goes much deeper, working on public education and preserving our industry. Getting people to move the heck over and not kill many of us as we do our jobs. I have no idea why the bullies in the TT-Mafia wants a rumble all the time, but maybey their jealous or envious of the movement the Knytes are making. 
The fact that the Iron Knytes are a subsidiary of the Knytes-of-Dixie, and all that makes that work and has done since 1967 when the Knytes formed under the protective umbrella of a Cub Scout pack (#303) of Layton Utah. Customizing pedal bikes and mini diecast cars and such, the transisioned to mini motor bikes, to cars, to trucks, and in my case tow trucks. We do in the first few hours of a day, what many take years to do. Some tasks are completed under the principle of serious arm twisting, and others by diplomatic methods, but it does get done. Communities that have Charters of the Knytes in them, don't get the tragic situations, of terrorist attacks or riff raff violence , its only when a charter moves that hell breaks out. 
Last month was terrible for the Club and me. More tasks, low money, bad computer, means not much radio. Plus I can't be everywhere. Can't toew and be on radio at the same time. Big Rick indicated he was retiring as all organization President, hey he's hitting dang near 70 years old. With my fuddling up the finances last month including my own power bill, I withdrew my nomination of stepping up as President of the organization. As Such through a lot of convincing, Jonny Muir decided to step up and is now President elect of the Knytes. We tried to get Ben to step up, but he's too busy with Cooter's Place, so JM is the Pres elect of the Club. I'll still be in my Executive Vice President's chair , Kelly will take up duties as the main bean counter, the rest of both cabinets are yet to be filled. 
Jonny suggested that next year there ought to be a organization reunion. I agree. What Jonny really wants to see is, how many really show, and who are still dedicated to the ideals and tasks as well as duties of wearing that patch. Not just a patch display person. Jonny wants to do some organizational house cleaning. Discharge those no longer serving the Club, and promoting the ones who are. Plus getting back to what we all started as . Dedication to Dixie, the aspirations and appreciation of vintage rides and aircraft, not all of this crap. Like Jonny said on our 5 hour phone call Wednesday, your either a Knyte or your not, you can't just ride the fence. It don't work. Now we just need to find a place in one of three Mountain West states that can belly the event. Which ain't easy. Considering 250,000 bikers, truckers, aviators, and even tow-truckers. The event is slated for the late summer of 2018. 
The Iron Knytes Toewing Association, will be hosting a mini toew Jamb in the fall of this year. Besides the toew trucks, and demos. A Road Resque Technician certification class and short test will be part of that. 
Last but not least, wanna thank a toew bro, for locating the pieces for my old vintage light bar for LexiBelle . Now if I can just trace down that one battery drain, I'll have it done.
See ya'll Monday.

Things women wont tell you but you know its true, sometimes they do smell foul

Some where in the evolution of this human species, it was presented that only men smell atrosious and ALL women and even younger girls are to smell sweet and innocent. Here's a awakening. Even women smell atrosious, they do smell pew. I was at a cafe today, with one of our Knytes members. Until the wait person, can't say waitress or waiter any more its wait person, that's supposed to be the PC for the vocation. Any mile this gal who looked kinda hot, came over and lifted her arms, to serve our food. My did she have the noodle soup smell under her arms. It was so bad I excused myself and went to the latrine and hurled. Then there are those medical conditions that plague all humans. Example, I have type-2 diabetes. There are times when Herman don't know when to stop leaking. So you go down the road in the truck, smelling like a open box of Golden Grahams cereal, since the glucose and sugars are having a slight disagreement. Your crotch really smells. There are times your nose gets what is called nose blind. You don't notice that the foul smell your inhaling just is YOU, not your co-pilot. Damn you stink. 
Of course there are other things, like when you have longer hair like I do, long hair is a rebel thing. Any mile, sometimes you get a knot in your hair,. Usually if I can see it in a mirror, I'll just cut it out with sizzors. However if its way in the back I can't see so I have to try and comb or brush it out. But how do women get those tangles out? Is there a creme rinse that will work? Women do not tell you these things. Then of course getting back to the foul scents.
Now since I was maybe 7 years old and introduced to the menu of thrills of a gal in stockings and legs foul scents never ever entered my nostrils or mind. However there was one night I was home in Hazzard. So my Shewolf at the time came in, and my she was really pew. So we watching some goofy thing on TV, BC(BC=Before Cable) and Britney Spears was on there dancing. These guys were holding Brit over their heads and you could see Brit was really sweating, and I though, " I wonder if she has really bad body odor. Since my own at the time, Shewolf really stunk. I thought does Britney Spears also smell pew? So I presented the question on my then over the air radio show of all things trucking and toewing, for all the ladies that were listeners, to send in their worst smelliest garments, and our crew would smell and evaluate and choose a winner, of the great smelly contest. Winner got a show T shirt and new set of tires. What we got in return was both genders sending things in and it defeated our concept. Thing is this started the quest of, do women really smell foul, and us guys just become nose blind? Or do they all smell but never tell? 
Had a good day for the most part today. Finally did some laundry, so now after months have clothes that don't smell foul, like they were in a livestock trailer under a box full of manure. 
A few of the fellers on a Vintage tow truck site on FB. A few might have the lightbar motor and bracket I'm looking for. Sure I can rip it apart , put in some new pieces, but I'd like to keep Lexi original, so I'm on a serious hunt for one.
Got a thing from SheWolf, this morning; commenting on the what would happen if I did some how reunite with Peggy. I don't think that anything on the lines of romance or he or she'n would go on, but it would be interesting, to learn what ever happened to her. Like wise Cindi Bosche , last time I saw Cindi, she was doing managerial duties at Tom's Market in Clearfield, Utah. Jonny was telling me about Dawn's sister. Now understand whilest I did have a unquenchable crush on Peggy, one of the gals Peggy hung around with was this super leggy gal named Dawn Odle. Who a few years ago now was killed in a traffic wreck. However at the time, Dawn as my mom noticed one day at a visit to my class, that Dawn wore a training bra. What is a training bra? And what does it train? There is no clear explaination on what a trainer bra, trains. Nor why women need to wear bras in the first place. The same question I have as to why, women don't or wont wear nylons any more. The part reason SOME women wear nylon hosiery is that it pleases us male corpuscles. 
Yes there are things that women wont tell you, but that you know is true, and yes there are times they do smell pew and really foul. After all, ever smell a vagina fart? Like Bro once said, vagina fart, smells like burned toast.
TTYLY

YeeHaw its Friday.

It's finally Friday, after a week of total BS, I'm finally ready to relax, except hey, when others go to relax, that's when I really go to work, not that I'm just sitting still the rest of the week, but its recreation time for the countless 4 wheel and some 18 wheeled nincomepoops that turn off their brains when they turn on their ignitions. Its only the engine of their cars that get a spark, not the insides of their cranium. 
Yesterday was really great, spent 4 hours talking to the President elect of the Knytes. We were going over memories and old history, even got a bit of 411 of where Peggy Ann is, and that she might, I say might, be at our alumni reunion next year. That'd knock the frost off the pumpkin. Last time I saw Peggy Ann was years ago when I rented Shop space from her Dad and Uncle. I can't say what would happen if I saw her. Peggy was my first crush, from the time I met her in 2nd grade all the way to 8th Grade. She's always going to have a corner space in my heart. No SheWolf has nothing to fear there, but old flames can reignite. Of course Jonny and I talked cars and rides we have had. Jonny sold for a paultry, $2,000.00 a mint condition, Shelby GT 500 CS Mustang. Original sequential tail lights, that today would be worth at minimum of $500k if not more. Nearly as stupid as my Gen Lee getting sold by my queer xyl Suzi. Jonny now rides a Harley bagger, all dressed out, drives a wicked Chevy, 4X4 proudly sporting club colors, so my intentions are to spend quality time wrenching on General JaXson, so I can cruise down to Layton and have a real visit. Found out that Jonny's shewolf's Dad is an attorney in Burley, Idaho. Tell you anything? Shit is going to hit the fan in reverse.
I will say, that catching up the where's and why's of all the Utah Charters members and all are doing and history was terrific. As it sits right now there are plans being drafted to have a Club, reunion next year in Utah somewhere, near the point of construction. Problems are pretty simple, Utah's booze laws, Utah's Boobs laws and space. After all where are you going to house, feed, and party 250,000 bikers, aviators and truckers? Hold on to your bra straps, this is going to be intense. If you think the reunions on SOA were something, you have never seen what happens when the Knytes converge in one place.
Any body know of about 1,000 exotic dancers that have nothing to do in September of 2018? If so lets get em in touch with ye ole Wolf.
Speaking of Bras , finally a bra made for women with men in mind. The makers of womens fashions have finally got the idea, that amongst the most difficult things a guy can do, we simply can't unfasten a bra from the back, so now they're making them that unfasten and all from the front 

 Its about time. It goes back to that old song, if it has tires or breasts a man is going to have trouble with it. In My case its I can fix the tires, just can't undo bras. 

Well I gotta cruise , need to go fetch asswipe and something to fill my belly.

TTYLY

My what a PC nation we live in, or is it just here?

My what a PC world or at least a nation we live in. Or is it just here where I reside and hang my hat? Dig this, was on FB checking to see if our Texas Angel was on there since I'm worried that she might not be okay. So there was this posting on some group I got hood swinked in to joining. The request was post your latest selfie. You know the pics we take of ourselves using a Cell phone. So in a bit was a pic of a nice looking young lady, so to make her welcome, I commented her as just being pretty. No more, no model invite no nothing just sharing a observed opinion that she is pretty. Soon after was this old fart on there saying GTFOH. Excuse me? I just said she was pretty. If it were reversed, I'd just reply, thank ya mam, and let it go. However this is not the first time that this has happened. In my end of the planet, is this wireless Internet service provider, called NGL. When I first stepped into dear sweet Etown here, and signed up with them, I was astounded as to the efficient and kind way she treated me, and yes I did think she too was pretty. So I told her that, plus mentioned it on a entry to the HazzardAyre Gazzette. Not only did this compliment offend the young lady of maybe 19 years old, but she thought I was approaching her. Really? Has it came to that today? Can we not just be kind to someone without it being viewed as sexual or something? Sheesh. Then over at the local Coldwell Banker Realty Company, the lady who is the CEO there, is a head turner, and I mentioned it once or twice when she was showing me and some associates places for both the Reaper Club, and the radio werx. Shute, you'd have thought that telepathicly I was ripping off her tight little pants, clearing off her desk and slamming the salami to her right there. Again is this what our population has arrived at? Can't one just be caring and kind, if not give compliments without someone getting the improper vibe or conjuring up a mental picture of something foul? For some odd unknown reason over in my home town of Twin Falls Idaho, giving a genuine compliment as to how good a job they do or did on a task, or how nice they looked is not looked at as being improper in any way. The compliment is taken for what it is and that be done. One of our Lady Wolvez, Amber who I met at the then Radio Shack there, while I was buying radio gear to inaugurate HazzardAyre Radio, was very helpful and efficient. Afterwerds she invited me to coffee there in the Magic Valley Mall there(yes they still exist) it was no more, no less and yet over here everyone runs in a panic. Is it that Idaho in general is more adjusted? Or is it that many places in Idaho hold on for old fashioned values, and traditions, or is it that for many of these domesticated well sort of domesticated States-of-America? Or is there a secret there, that the rest of the nation is so on edge that there's a hidden notion, if a guy just say's hello, that women mostly go into a strange direction? This Political Correctness is going to injure this nation far more than any terrorist attack. The thirst for blood is going to come from within. 
Hope Texas Angel is okay, will let ya'll know later today.
Later Ya'll,

Will this Wolf Survive, it's lights out at the Wolf's Lair

Well it looks as I've hit another brick wall. Despite creative accounting of funds, didn't get the power bill paid. And despite her greatest efforts our Texas Angel through no fault of her own, and all those that say they support the Cause of Dixie liberty and all no one has any real cash. So come Friday, maybe Monday its lights out here at the Wolf's Lair. You'd think given the situation, with winter and all that unplugging me just oweing a mere $100.00 bucks they'd back off, but nope. So its be in the dark at home here, off to the shop during the day, freeze to death, and if all goes right, by this time next month, there will be a funeral, mine. Terrbile ain't it? Man serves in the Marines, flys I can't count how many missions over 5 tours in different places, gets shot at by everything from a Arab patriot, to a guided SAM, and yet, because of some people, that say oh yes, don't or can't forgo their dope or beer money. But at least I got saved by a Club member, so I'm good until the 1st of the month. My question for ya'll is where the hell are you? Does anyone in the seccession movement or southern movement ready to jump in, sacrifice a bar night and support the voice of all things Dixie? And don't tell me you can't cause I know that you can. Here's the thing, this is no different than a few other times the Knytes has reached out for help from those who say they support us. Only two are making an effort, our Texas Angel, and my SheWolf, taking food and other money, of theirs and sending it to the club to build this cause and its voice.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, are you really dedicated to our southern movement or are you just JAFO'S, A JAFO means, Just Another Fucking Observer.
TTYLY

HK Edgerton "I Am Their Flag" with the Tennessee Division Color Guard