Cooters A1 Toewing: In the Department of not getting my head cut off I’m being careful

In the not so distant past just a year ago, there was a place in Twin Falls Idaho, that was called Hot Rox. The place was a bar and exotic dance bar just over the singing bridge there. When the place was closed for several years after a bit of battling between city officials and the former owners, on my suggestion, the MC/TC met in Burley and decided to rent at first then buy the facility to bring to life the same bar people saw on TV as the Reaper Club on FX’s Sons of Anarchy. We were within moving in smelling distance when all of a sudden the owners changed their minds. This not only left egg on my face, challenged any authority I had in the club, but shut down the location of Hazzard County Choppers.

Enter in Karen’s Old West Café in Ogden Utah. While not visioning a bar , a good wholesome southern style café and meeting place is in view. However there is a huge gap here between price. Hot Rox was priced at $500k which was doable, Karen’ is priced at nearly $1,million still doable, but before I stick my neck out I’m doing much more detective work before I give the push to the MC/TC to move forward.

So why a café? Simple daily income to the club is only part of it. As a rider/trucker/tower I search very hard to find places for me to sit down and eat, and get that old style home place feeling. With servers that are not too busy to at least talk to you and make you feel like your important, not just another dollar to make off you eating there.

Additionally, the club needs a much more public spot to meet both current members as well as new ones. The foundation is simply a place where riders, truckers, and towers as well as the public can just sit down, blow off steam, and enjoy a spot in the middle of town when its hot outside or freezing. Especially the freezing or raining part.

When your looking at a million green stamps, you had better have all your ducks in a row.

People from the outside know little of the Rode Knytes, aka Knytes-of-Anarchy, they see us in our casual threads and think these guys are just bums. What they do not understand is that the club has in its treasury from its 1,000 X’s 50 states = 50,000 membership, from all walks of life including celebrities from Bruce Willis to Adam West, from Bo Duke to just us here in the trenches turning wrenches , toewing and flying, who don’t wear the traditional suit and tie. The club has an annual income of just under 500, million dollars. Dispersed throughout the 50 charters across the nation and a few now in Australia, and Canada. As well Belfast Ireland . I fall into the spot in the club as being one of those officers of the clubs high council, who makes policy and executes projects. I also suggest and recommend things that can not only turn a dollar but can benefit the club, as well as all riders, truckers, and toewers, not to mention those of us in aviation. On Karen’s think of it this way, the café downstairs, the radio werx upstairs, in the heart of this medium sized city. But long before I stick my neck out again, I’m making dang sure that all the I’s are dotted and T’s crossed. The young gal at PPC, says whose meeting with us, Thursday? I said just me. Why? Before I grab a phone and bring the rest of the decision makers to town, I want to know what’s included in the price, will most of the current staff stay, as well as look over other alternatives in case at the last minute somebody decides they don’t want a bunch of bikers as it was said on the deal with Hot Rox , owning and running the place. I’m not making that mistake twice. I love this club. All of it. There’s not one member that I would not lay my own life, even sell LexiBelle>if needed if it was to save another member. I’d give blood which I have done, or a organ transplant if it meant saving a club member. Some ask why?

First my Dad was one of the original 9 that created the club in 1963. Two, as the Right of Ascension came, I went from a Knyte Cadet to a full patched member. I was there to establish the modern version of the club, as was the club there for me when my mom died, as well as my father. When nobody from both the LDS or other community so called people even extended a sorry for your loss shoulder, the club did. My Dad was one of a very few 4 star General’s of the United States Marine Corps, my Mom was one of a very few Women Captains, in the United States Navy to a degree that few can understand. My Mom was on the engineering team that built both the F-111A combat fighters in the late 1960’s early 1970’s. My Dad served in the office of OSI, on behalf of the USMC. What does that have to do with anything? It was only the club that acknowledged Mom and Dad’s service at their funerals. Now then there are those not in the know, that ask why then do I work going towing? Because I like it, why do I drive worn out trucks, because I love those trucks, but there are many newer ones at each of our other places. It’s like my Dad. In 1969 a old Plymouth Fury we had had gave its last breath. Dad through then the early days of a car dealer that was then based in north Layton, sold Dad a 1970 Chrysler New Yorker. That car had virtually every luxury one could imagine. Dad’s dream was to buy an Airstream trailer and travel in luxury. That New Yorker was built and rebuilt by the club to do just that, probably overbuilt. Thing was, when we moved to Idaho, sure Dad could have bought a new truck, but Dad never spent frivolously, He never went into debt, and Never ever had credit cards. That’s why he had and Mom was the same , but that’s why we had the money we had. The reason I live where I do, is simple, until I figure out for myself where I want to plant roots, buy a house and so on, I’m living cheap and conserving where I can.

On Karen’ Café, sure I’ll help set it up, but I turn wrenches, not cook food at least for the public, I don’t know anything about a café, except to stuff my face there. That’s why, if the club buys the place, I’ll need people who are in the know of such things, more over this is a mission on behalf of a club member currently deployed, in the mid east. He knows café’s he knows food, and he knows southern food traditions. Once he’s home, HE’LL run the café and I’ll stay doing what I do, as well as doing my duty to the club, as CEO of the media werx, including HazzardAyre Radio/TV. (aka HazzCom) which is being incorporated, and will be offering public stock buy options here in a few months.

I could go on and on, but to finish this out, the club has the money, the club has gave a yellow light to the idea, but as they told me, make damn sure of what is there and the real intentions of the owners, lets not do another Hot Rox, mistake.

Going on air at 23:00 on www.livestream.com/hazzardayre . Be there.

TTYL