Gypsy Culture
A Houston Prospect's Story by Jeff
2012/03/12 13:27

Here’s Jeff’s Story - I go to church… a lot. I am a preacher, and have been for the past twenty years. Other than skipping church on vacations—(which I have done for years without shame or reservation)—I am almost always at church every single Sunday.
Up until just recently, a Sunday off was just that. No church. No responsibilities. No nothing. Freedom. Rest. Still grateful to God, but in a very relaxed way. But now, the Sundays that I am away from my ministerial responsibilities are different.
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Midnight at the Waffle House by Wango Tango
2011/12/22 17:46

Work was slow and my co-worker didn’t show up, so I was elected to cover his area as well. I managed though, taking my ginkgo biloba pills that are supposed to enhance your memory, and washing them down with copious amounts of industrial strength coffee.
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2010 Ride to Papa Jack's Grave by Wango Tango
2011/08/29 12:12

On the second day of our journey we found ourselves in the small town of Westville, Oklahoma. Just outside the town, we turned down a little country road and pulled up in front of a farmhouse for sale. Eyeball and I followed Raoul and Super Pickle into the property. We watched as they searched through the tall grass in an open field south of the farmhouse. Soon Eyeball and I were signaled to come over to a spot where they were standing.
They pulled the grass back and there was Papa Jack and Jaynie's headstone with the Gypsy logo and the inscription “Together for Eternity” on it. Raoul and Super Pickle had been to the gravesite before and probably knew what to expect, but Eyeball and I hadn't and I was moved, even awestruck, by this sight. Papa Jack was the man who established the Gypsy MC in Texas, and the club as we now know it today. I had no idea he and his wife Jaynie were buried in Oklahoma, actually I had no idea where they were buried. We cleared the weeds from the gravesite with our hands and took some pictures. Super Pickle told us that Papa Jack and Jaynie had lived in the farmhouse on the property, and Papa Jack had suffered a fatal heart attack while tending to his horse in the barn. His wife Jaynie had passed away in 2001, and they were both buried here, with their infant son and Jack’s dog Pistol Pete. Their home was left vacant and had burned. It was torn down in 2007. Read More...
Papa Jack's Ballad
2010/08/30 12:36

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Motorcycle Club Hierarchy
2010/04/12 17:06
This blog topic is a response to Daniel’s comments in the Houston guest book (March 17 … please read his complete entry for his perspective … I’m paraphrasing in this piece). It seems that young Daniel is a Dallas area college student and is doing a paper on 1%er motorcycle club’s influence on “legitimate” motorcycle organizations. His perspective focuses on the control that the dominate 1%er’s have over those motorcycle clubs (MC’s) that exist within their “territory”. Unfortunately, Daniel didn’t leave an email address so I could communicate with him directly. Hopefully Daniel will read this entry and include my perspective in his paper. Read More...
Bill the Cat Weighs In on MC Hierarchy
2010/04/11 16:12

I am a patch holder and the day that I started prospecting was a major change in my life. At the time I didn’t know it but I was on a path road that I had always dreamed of. Along the way I found out that motorcycle club life can be difficult at times … in ways I had never thought of. I ride thousands of miles a year, in many states, and riding by motorcycle is really the only true way to see the country. Read More...
The Fallen Brother Project
2010/04/05 12:28

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My Gypsy Colors
2009/07/20 21:03
I’ve made a tradition of wearing my original colors to Mandatory each year; but ‘09 will be the last year I wear these colors. I slipped in the mud this year, breaking my leg and getting all manner of mud on my colors. After the trauma of the accident passed (surgery, narcotics, immobility) I got my colors out of the closet and washed them. I went through the entire routine; taking off the leather laces, removing the metal fasteners and taking off the few pins and baubles that have accumulated over the years. The mud and grime came off but the vest and patches are showing about as much wear as their owner. I hung them in my kitchen window and noticed the material around the neck; just above the top rocker is so thin I can see through it. It’s definitely time to convert the colors that I’ve worn so proudly to a display … perhaps placing them in a shadow box would be a fitting final resting place for them. Read More...

