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THE ORIGINAL "WILDONES"

EST

1946

The rally at the Ute Indian Reservation town of Ignacio, Colorado has become an annual tradition run for the Boozefighters. Additionally we attend the NCOM / COC regional meeting that is always held in the Durango area.

Various ones of us started out around Wednesday 29th of August. A bunch of us met up in Tucumcari, New Mexico at the Best Western Motel. Duke & Pat Barron and I arrived at sunset, although you couldn’t tell it. About the last 50 miles we rode in a cold windy thunderstorm. We were thankful to get out of the rain.

Thru 30th seven guys and two ladies continued on through the “Canadian Escarpment”

 (a landform of grassy high plains) and across the “Rio Grande Gorge”, eventually arriving in Chama where we spent the night. We changed into and out of our rain suits numerous times as we went thru the mountains. The whisky and beer tasted good at the end of the day.

I forgot to mention we ran across a bunch of Okie’s from Sapulpa, Oklahoma (what a name). They were funny as heck. One guy was borrowing a couple of plastic bottles of gas from a guy in a RV so he could make it into the next town (towns are far apart in that country…don’t ya know). Big John offered to let him have a gallon from the reserve canister he was carrying on the trailer, but no the dude said…I think I can make it now. And then he and his group took off like “bats out of hell!”

Halfway down the mountain we caught up with them again…parked along side of the road…waving us over. This guy Richard `Dirt-Bike’ Mchols says to Big John, I’ve been thinking it over and I’d like to take you up on your offer now. Big John said, “ya ran out of gas again – didn’t ya?” Everyone laughed and one of his group said he tried to tell him to coast down the mountain as much as he could but no – he had to hit it balls out! `Dirt-Bike’ said…well I’z just trying to get to a gas station before it was all gone. That made our day and Big John loaned him the gas.

At the rate I’m going this would become another book so I’ll just highlight the rest. Next day we rode into the high mountains and to Pagosa Springs and checked into our cabins. Some of us took a ride up to Wolf Creek Pass and got chased back down by the rain. As we looked back we saw a beautiful double rainbow.

A big party was going on at Ritchie Rich & Tina’s home out in the foothills. A band called

 the “HOLCUMB BROTHERS” had come all the way out from Grass Valley, CA and was playing some really good C&W and C&R music. Mucho food was served and the party never ended. Or at least it didn’t during the four daze I was there.

We attended the NCOM meeting and it begins with a funny note. Richard Lester opened

 the meeting by saying…”since we don’t have a flag in this room everybody turn and face a Boozefighter and pledge allegiance to the flag patch on their vest.” One guy added a little humor by saluting one of our patches. We learned a lot about the constitutional amendments and how they apply to anti-discrimination of such things as biker attire. Now if we can just convince the FUZZ of that. Civil liberties don’t come easy.

We did a lot of fun rides to include over to Silverton. Was totally a beautiful experience. Even the hail we rode thru added an element of challenge. But I think the real highlight was the socializing with brothers & sisters from all over the country. We had about 50

 people in all from places like California, Colorado, Texas, and I’m not sure where all else. And the good news is we all survived the Colorado run one more time without a scratch.

Let’s do it again next year …JQ