Event Summaries
Caution, Breezy Riders Ahead by Alduro
June/12/2012
http://gypsydroppings.blogspot.com/p/about-me.html
When I saw Alduro at our annual mandatory event last month (May 2012) we talked for a short time and I noticed he had his camera with him. I suggested he take some pics for the Int’l website and he agreed. You can see his work and that of others in the photo gallery if you’d like. Anyway, Alduro not only took a lot of great pictures but also wrote this, rather humorous tale, of his adventure.
Alduro, thanks from Raoul
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Goliad Gypsy MC Hobo Run by Raoul
January/05/2012
The First Annual Hobo Run, sponsored by the Goliad Chapter, was held over the New Year’s Day weekend that marked the end of 2011 and the beginning of 2012. No cars, no trucks, no RV’s, no bike trailers - just what you could pack on your bike. Riders, about thirty of us, left Goliad Friday morning and rode two hundred twenty-five miles to an “undisclosed” location. We rode back roads through towns like Cuero and Gonzales and Meyersville and Shiner and Nixon as well as through Palmetto State Park with it’s impressive scenic overlook. We stopped for beer and pizza in Shiner and finished the first day’s ride in Union Valley, a ghost town the Texas folk hero and cold blooded murdered John Wesley Hardin is credited for creating. It seems that Wes murdered a County Sheriff in downtown Union Valley and terrorized the good folk of that town so much that they picked up stakes and relocated the town six miles down the road, thus establishing the community of Nixon, Texas. So much for Texas history.
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2010 Ride to Papa Jack's Grave by Wango Tango
August/29/2011
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.
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Gypsy MC Girls "Not Lake Trip" by The Flash
August/19/2011
The Kansas women have been getting together since 2005, just us, no men, no kids, just us women. We take a weekend camp just for ourselves, and have a good ole time. Then I got to thinking, why don’t we share this experience with our other sisters. That is exactly what we decided to do back in 2009. The original “Not Lake” was held at Turner Falls in Oklahoma (you know that state that is between Texas and Kansas). The trip got its name because the first outing to Turner Falls had the usual Gypsy refreshments and I kept saying I wanted to go down to the lake, and I kept getting told it’s not a lake, so then I started saying “let’s go down to the NOT LAKE”. Then everyone else began to say let’s go down to the Not Lake, hence the name for the Gypsy woman weekends “Not Lake Trip”.
Our woman’s weekend, if possible, will always be held in Oklahoma, never at a lake. For the past two years it has been in Tahlequah on the river. No stress, no responsibilities, no schedule, well all except for the Saturday morning pick-up for the river rafting. Oh and no make-up! The only thing you need to do this weekend is to get to and from the camp site safely.
If you need something, one of us will have it. If your bike isn’t working, we’ll get it working somehow, someway. You have a flat tire, it will be fixed. I am so proud to be part of such a large family, watching my sisters step up when needed - without being asked. Setting up camp, and then tearing it down - we work as one unit. It is awesome, no one directing, but if you were an outsider looking in you would think that someone is coordinating the whole thing. Oh, and I pity the person who decides to mess with anyone of the Gypsy women, they have no clue what they are asking for – it you mess with one you mess with all of US!
During the river rafting we run into all kinds of wild life, anything from anacondas to beavers, and maybe a few crocodiles (which we call crotchadiles - because they are little minnows that like to swim up your shorts!), just talk to Lady Dale about the anaconda, or Cherri-O about the beavers. Floating down the river is an experience in itself. The phrases you hear the most throughout the rafting trip is “where’s the red cup?” and “I’m okay!” If you are wondering about the red cup, well, after a few drinks from the red cup the anaconda, beaver, and possibly a pterodactyl may show up.
Next year will be our fourth year, and I am telling you Gypsy women need to experience it at least one time. Last year I sat back and watched as everyone sat around the lantern – I say lantern because it is to dang hot in July for a camp fire – we talked, laughed, nothing serious except, if we couldn’t find the Apple Pie, then it was serious digging in the coolers trying to find it! I wish I could explain in words the feeling I had in my heart as I looked around at all the smiles, hugs and genuine love that everyone has toward each other there just aren’t words for this.
That is all I have for now – can’t let out to much of our weekend outing – you ask why? Because what goes on at the Girl’s Not Lake Trip stays at the Not Lake! Read More...
2011 Gypsy MC Iron Butt Run by Wild Bill and Raoul
July/23/2011
First, a little history on the Gypsy MC Iron Butt. Our endurance ride was established in 2004 by a former Gypsy named Mount-N and was fashioned after one of the Iron Butt Association’s more modest challenges, the Saddlesore 1000. The Iron Butt Association (IBA), is a group of over 24,000 members worldwide. The IBA is dedicated to safe, long-distance, endurance motorcycle riding and several different endurance rides. The Saddle Sore 1000 most closely parallels the Gypsy MC Iron Butt. The general idea for both the IBA and Gypsy events is to ride a thousand miles in twenty-four hours or less. The IBA Saddle Sore 1000 allows the rider to establish their own route; the Gypsy MC Iron Butt route is pre-established and changes each year. Since the IBA event is “self guided” documentation is required to earn a pin, a license plate back and a certificate. The Gypsy event establishes a route with check points where the rider’s name and time are recorded by Gypsy volunteers. Typically there is a starting point and at least two check points - the starting point is also the ending point. Although the first, i.e., 2004 Gypsy MC Iron Butt route did not meet the requirements for the IBA, subsequent Gypsy events have been planned so the participant can earn both Gypsy MC and IBA recognition. The Gypsy MC award has always included a patch and most importantly, bragging rights. A plaque, with riders names and times commemorates the first two Gypsy Iron Butt rides (2004 is hung in the Big “D” clubhouse - 2005 is in the Gypsy museum). From 2006 through 2010 only patches were issued and, in 2011 a patch and certificate were awarded each rider completing the course.
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2011 Mandatory and Birthday Party by Raoul
June/03/2011
For me, Mandatory 2011 was one of, if not, THE best of the eleven Mandatories I’ve attended. This one was special to me for two reasons: first, I was awarded my Lifer patch (a testament of both my endurance and love for this club) and second, I sewed a set of red rockers onto a brand new set of colors. These red rockers indicate my appointment as Internet Officer and member of the executive board. Now I get to sit at the front of the room during our president’s meetings and look into the eyes of the area and chapter leadership of the club. I’m pleased to receive this recognition for the work I’ve done as a white rocker and I promise to continue bringing the message of what life in the Gypsy MC is like in photos and words that describe our culture and history.
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The Fallen Brother Project
April/05/2010
