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OrleansJazzGuy__ 62M
23 posts
3/15/2015 2:03 pm

Last Read:
3/16/2015 9:23 am

PART TWO OF GREAT BROTHERHOOD, HAPPINESS

Within three to four short hours, word was spread far and wide to this Sturgis SD town now over run with an estimated 375,000 visiting motorcycle groupies!

The world famous Hells Angles/ Devils Disciples gang war could reach a miricle truce iF some Indian riding a full dressed 37 Indian Chief could ride that bike around THE FULL THROTTLE SALOON TWICE in the fine deep sand!

Some long time life charter member bikers were soon giving out odds of 1,000 to one against Redsky even making it half way around. With no time limit involved and a full tank of gas, everyone was in full agreement that Redsky would drop out at least a few hours after the Chief ran out of gas.

Meanwhile one of my all time favorite entertainers had arrived at the Full Throttle. Yep Willie Nelson had been hired to sing for a few hours and by wonderful fate, needed a few gifted musicians to back him up.

So ole Jazzie here got out his carefully wrapped backpack trumpet and got up on stage while Redsky continued to drink mug after mug of Prof. Steins Gobs larger beer. It was just about 11 pm when they got all the dirt around the Throttle all raked evenly and all the bikes parked well down the street.

Roped in lanes far back from the Throttle kept the big crowd safely back and out of the way as finally Redsky emerged from the bar on two legs that I though to be a little unsteady to say the very least.

With my Indian full of slighly higher octaine gas, I told Redsky it had a brand new motor and pistons and not to worry about over reving the motor and blowing it up. He smiled telling me to watch and learn as it should take him about an hour and half slightly more to circle the lot twice and win his bet!

Yes Redsky had a plan. A rather sound one at that as he had planned well.. With the hot sun having set over four hours earlier, the dirt had cooled down somewhat as now the early Aug dessert type temps had cooled down to only 70 degrees instead of over 110!

He knew he could not possibly drive that full dressed 900 pound bike over the sands, especially with its two full fenders that Hells Angels leader Sonny Barger had wisely counted upon.

His only chance was one that required remarkably almost inhuman feats of strengtht mixed with cleaver cunning. Redsky was going to plow a deep path clear around that large saloon parking lot!
Wearing his semi loose for comfort old blue jeans. he was going to piss those now 19 full mugs of Steins Gobs Biker beer out as his bike roared and tires spun in dramatic loud fashion.

With the smoking friction spinning tires flairing away at some 6000 revolutions per minute,(rpms) the beer piss sneaking out of his lower right cuff, ( he had aimed his long cock down his right pant leg while seated back in the bar) would form a tight mixure when bonding fully with the fine sand.

Holy shit I said well afterwards, Redsky had created himself a magic mixture of concrete like sand.. Sure it was temporary and would go away in a few days, but for now, it would indeed do the dam job.
So cutting the wheel all the way to the left, Redsky opened up the gas to match the saloons name.. HE WAS FULL THROTTLING MY CHIEF while kicking flying sand high in a giant rooster tail..

My bike would go about 10 to fifteen feet at most before the centrifical force would lay it down on its rightside. Poor Redskys right side would become trapped underneath it with its hot exhust pipe luckily on the opposite side..

It took almost super human strenght for 53 year old Redsky to get his machine back up. Half kneeling on only his right kneel, he had to hold it by the handle bars and lift it up.. Take a almost 400 foot parking lot by 10 feet a spill and you get Redsky lifting up my bike around 40 dam times.
None of us knew that as a young man, this remarkable Indian as a hired hand by countless ranchers has broken tens of thousands of wild mustang horses across a great deal of the vast southwest. This sunrise to sunset physical undertaking had given him remarkable stamina and endurance.

It was nearly 2 am some three full hours after he started that Hells Angel Sonny Bargers announced with a coy laugh, that Redsky had just completed lap one of two... Little did he know that was all that Redsky had needed.

Now the parking lot all the way around the saloon, showed one very deep and two foot wide trench with high piles of kicked up soft sand on both sides of it..

As if by pure magic, Redsky smile and took my Indian out of second gear and put it back into first. Letting out the hand clutch, my chief easily moved forward following the hard bonded trench at the bottom that Redsky, his piss and high heat had created>

To everones amazement, Redsky took only about 45 seconds to complet lap two and win his bet. I in turn betting every cent I had in getting some 1000 to one betting odds, had just turned my $837 traveling and spending money into $ 83,700 CASH..

With former police chief Eastwood there besides me, no one dared reneg on our bets..

And so it came to pass that the leaders of the Hells Angels and Devils Desciples sat down in that Full Throttle Saloon face to face.

But neither spoke a single word as both as if spellbound, Listened to Redsky for almost five full hours speak of the INDIAN WARS BETWEEN ALL OF THE TRIBES AND THE WHITEMAN.

" NO ONE WINS ANY WAR WAS HIS MESSAGE. DEATH AND DISTRUCTION ALWAYS PREVAIL... if the tribes had first united when the white settlers had tried to move west, all tribes would be free and happy.

Then this great man stood proclaiming the sun was setting and he must ride his old Harley Black Thunder out into the forgotten Black Hhills to hang a plaque for his LOST brothers

THE LAKOTA'S

WANNA TANNA KICI UN

MAY THE GREAT SPIRIT BE WITH YOU

(SONNY BARGER AND jEFF SMITH SIMPLY SHOOK HANDS BUT NOT EYE TO EYE)

NOT ONE SINGLE ANGEL OR DISCIPLE HAVE DIED IN BIKER BATTLE DURING THIS SILENT UNANNOUNCED PEACE










OrleansJazzGuy__ 62M

3/16/2015 9:23 am

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