This is why I favor those on two wheels as well as those who fly

A few years ago, there were fans of my radio gig and all that asked me why I was such a fanatic of those up on two wheels, mainly the biker community. For those wondering, I'd like to acquaint you with a happening earlier today. I had just gotten up from catching some snooze time, when SheWolf relayed that there was a bunch on some FB page Called Wreckers something trashing me , my company and the Club. So I went on there. At first the chewing out was all on my SheWolf. She accidently posted the fact we were on a FoX hunt for some honey to enhance the website and TV ads, to do in part to help sell the pillows and such that our Sister from Texas is making. So people were bitching about things, so I jumped in and put up pics of LexiBelle amongst my rides saying faux huh? It got to the point that I just cancelled out of that group and split. Talk about a towers brotherhood? Bullstuff. There ain't been a true Towers Brotherhood since 1983/84. when the older owner operators formed TRAA and so on. Not that there isn't one, but membership to the Iron Knytes is through Pledge, and invitation, there's no open call for members. We keep our numbers small, and protected. As far as Facebook , Facebook itself is getting old and drab. Oh and speaking of Facebook, did you know that Facebook founder Mark Zuckerburg, is now eyeing the idea of a Presidential run? 
But lets get past that. In general, despite some club bias and all bikers pretty much accept each others, and will ride long distances together and work together for a common goal. Consider its us Bikers doing peacekeeping duties at this weeks swearing in of Donald Trump. Trump called us his extra measure of protection. Not bad. I wasn't always a big fan of riders but years ago, Bro and I met very much up close and personal Brother Speed's MC at their club house in Boise, waiting for T-Willey to show to do some work on a roadster. Not only was I welcomed but treated very well. Bro and I had long been thinking of adding that to the Knytes and so when the oppurtunity came in 2008 with the creation of SOA, we jumped on the idea, and as such , the Knytes-of Anarchy was born, as a subsidiary of the Hazzard Knytes. My best friend on Earth besides Bro and Big Rick, is little Rick here in Evanston. Not only is his shovel head pristine, but his truck, that I named Dark Horse, is one of the finest on earth, and Little Rick's friendship is so dear, but he's also a biker in every sense of the word. People who ride are of the most honest caliber that you'll find and once made a friend, are the most loyal. Then of course there's those who fly.
From the time that I strapped myself into an AV 4 to the time, I got to fly a Corsair my head has been in the clouds. When I put my golden wings in a plastic box, and my uniform patch in a coffee can and hid them for nobody but me to see, I thought the days of me getting above the clouds was over. Then one morning just before lunch whilest I was watching the old half truthful TV docudrama of the 214, I heard overhead not one but two F-4-U Corsairs. Once I found out where they landed I went out there, inside a big hangar was not one, not two, not, three but 4 F-4-U Corsairs sitting inside ready for flight and battle. So I got the owner off to the side, asked what these byrds go for, when he told me I swallowed my chew. Thought to myself , my I'm in the wrong business. So like many things, like starting the Hazzard Knytes to help support the Hazzard Garage, we started a Warbird group . Over time though I have been welcomed with open arms by the aviation community, who are there organization or not, to help rebuild a prop, or a complete a vintage warbird. Unfortunately, my type-2 diabetes took me out of the air a year ago, but I'm busting my hump to get a new med card and my license back. But I still have many friends in both Bikers and pilots. Including the AyreWolvez Military Aviation Association. If only the rest of modern society including jerks on Facebook, could get together in brother(sister)hood in friendship and all like bikers and pilots, wouldn't this be a great world.
Gotta go see the Bishop.
TTYLY