Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: N.E. WA
Bronco Info: '95 XLT, 5.8/E4OD/MassAir/6" lift/4.56's/35x12.5 BFG AT-KO2 or 33x12.5 GYW Duratrac
Two things pop told me when I was very young and they weren't repeated often and didn't need to be. My Dad raced and broke horses, so he wasn't a big guy but his voice and mannerism made it clear to all that he was not a man to be taken lightly.
1. "Son, I hate a liar more than anything."
This early statement sank so deep with me that now, I pride myself on my honesty... like a knight of old. problem is... a lot of folks aren't used to or just don't like to hear the truth and I'm honest beyond a fault. I never lie to anybody, about anything but as I've had to explain to a few folks over the years... sometimes I'm wrong but I tell the truth as best I understand it at the time. There's a lot of times that I just shut up and walk away though.
2. "If I ever even hear you hit a woman, I will beat your ass myself."
I've never hit a woman, for anything, ever. I've jumped in the middle of a few domestic disputes over the years... that can go many ways, good and very bad. I've broken lots of other stuff, rather than hit a woman. I ran through a lot of crazy bitches when I was living the hard life. Bikers and Whores go together like PB & J. Once I even had a cop responding to a domestic disturbance call, tell me... "Really? I'd have knocked that lady out if she did that to me." to which, I could only respond... "And you'd be taking my ass to jail right now, wouldn't you?" him: "Yea, probably. Do you want to press charges?" me: "No. I just want it on the record, in-case she tries to send anyone after me." Turns out she started dating a prospect and tried/lied like hell to get the Hell's Angels to come after me but my reputation among other independents and some respected associates saved my ass. After all... if you shoot a Hell's Angels member, you're just kicking the bee hive.
Side note: That crazy bitch was hot as hell though. Even had a spread in Penthouse at one point. Ran into her a few years back at the Mall. Still hot as a firecracker and just as stable. I literally could have taken her into the changing room and got some right there (she was always into that stuff with me) but when she offered me her number, so we could be "friends"... all I said was... "Yea... No thanks. I'm good. Give my best to your daughters." turned the other direction and walked away.