The biker fight in Waco made me wonder

20 some years ago my brother got to be very good friends with a semi-famous country music star that moved here (mid-Missouri) for a bit. This guy was an "Outlaw Country" singer and a member of the Outlaw's MC. He was just a regular guy 99% of the time but between whiskey and the "brotherhood", he could turn tough guy on and off.

He had booked a local concert for a fundraiser. Months later the Hell's Angels booked a national meeting 40 miles south of here at the same time. The local guy cancelled his appearance and left town for a while. In retrospect, a good idea for all..........

I've spent 30 years in bars and have seen scores of "tough guys". I learned early that I'd rather have them "with me, not against me".
 
I usually go into one-percenter bars with my high end Cog, white shoes, belt and hat, and yell "any of you nits wanna play some pool for money?" while fanning a fist full of hundreds. Of course there is dead silence while I walk around staring each of them in the eye. I pat their girls asses and unscrew, leaving disappointed that I couldn't get any real action.

Then I wake up with my heart racing and wonder where the hell that dream came from.
 
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A few words of wisdom

If you see a guy with a diamon shape patch on his upper left side of his vest. Your best bet is to walk away without eye contact or any type of conversation. I've lived this lifestyle for most of my life. I'm older now and not as active due to health reasons.

Even when my brother is wrong, he is right! That's it in a nut shell. Now a days we don't ware our rags out all the time due to police harassment but we always wear something letting people know who we are.

The Sons Of Anarchy wannabes and MMA wannabes have done more to harm to the general public than any 1%er. The posers MMA/Sons of A guys start more sh1t than us.

I dont care how you live your life. It's your life, live it. You shouldn't care how I live mine. Save your comments.
 
In my youth I was quite the knucklehead.

I ran around with a bad group of people for a little while and a few of them lived in a very tough housing project in Bridgeport, CT called Father Panik Village, named after a priest from the past who did some good in the community.

After the bars closed, there was a community center at Father Panik known as the Motorcycle Club that became an after hours joint, albeit a dangerous one.

The guys I was with suggested we go there and so we did. It was my 1st time going there and I have to say, it was pretty freaking interesting with me being the one and only white guy mixing in with what had to easily be over 100 black guys and girls, many of the guys being biker gang members, I think something Knights maybe?

I did not play pool there (1 beat down barbox) but did party some and I felt pretty good that my buddies had my back if anything happened (they were kind of intense). With that said, I did get an awful lot of long looks but thankfully, nobody gave me any crap. I think it was one of those classic situations where people figure that if you're there, maybe you're nuts or for whatever reason not worth confronting.

In the following weeks we went back there a 2nd then a 3rd and final time for me. Did I mention I was a knucklehead? Still didn't play pool there though. I bet Johnnyt would have! :grin-square: :eek:

I had spent a fair amount of time in another cross-town bad housing project called Beardsley Terrace during the same era and while certainly a bad place (someone once pulled a gun on me there in an elevator to attempt robbing me), it actually paled in comparison to Father Panik. And of course, appropriately so, there were all of the Panik/Panic references constantly being made about that place.

To think of some of the things we've done in our youth is pretty amazing. I already used 'knucklehead' twice, right? :wink:

Glad to have made it through all that.

best,
brian kc
 
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A story:

My dad use to hustle pool when i was a kid and before i was born.

One christmas when my older brother and I was only 4-5 years old my dad apparently was pretty busted and had no money for christmas and things were looking bad. My mom told my dad to go make some money playing pool because I guess they didnt have many options.

My dad went to this biker bar with $5.50 playing $5 a game. He wins the first game and feels some relief but then loses the next game. Now after having to pay for 2 games of pool he is down to $4.50 and still playing for $5 a game he told us that was the most nervous game of pool he has ever played and he don't know what would have happend if he lost it. But he won :P

He ends up winning over $600 there and got out alive.. we had a good christmas i guess. I dont remember it i was to young but it was one of them stories we group up hearing.

The End
 
A story:

My dad use to hustle pool when i was a kid and before i was born.

One christmas when my older brother and I was only 4-5 years old my dad apparently was pretty busted and had no money for christmas and things were looking bad. My mom told my dad to go make some money playing pool because I guess they didnt have many options.

My dad went to this biker bar with $5.50 playing $5 a game. He wins the first game and feels some relief but then loses the next game. Now after having to pay for 2 games of pool he is down to $4.50 and still playing for $5 a game he told us that was the most nervous game of pool he has ever played and he don't know what would have happend if he lost it. But he won :P

He ends up winning over $600 there and got out alive.. we had a good christmas i guess. I dont remember it i was to young but it was one of them stories we group up hearing.

The End

Cool story. I think I'd call it, "The Year Pool Saved Christmas". Johnnyt
 
They can be your best friends or your worst enemies, the choice is usually up to you.

Absolutely. I grew up playing in a biker bar/pool room as it was the only place around my area at the time with 9' Gold Crowns (in the mid-late 80s). Never one problem in the many many hours and years I spent playing in it or any other bar growing up. Just gotta know how to get along with people. Playing in these kinds of atmospheres gets you prepared to play in any environment. Rock bands playing? No problem. Smoke filling the air so much you cant see the other end of the place? No problem. People today are to soft.

Most problems in bars (that I have seen), did not come from a biker, but from idiots.
 
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The bar I mostly play out of in my town has a sign at both doors reading "No Gang Colors Or Support Wear Allowed".

People mostly adhere to this request though a few times I've been there when not everyone has.

Just across the street is another bar that we play at a few times a season which is a well known MC Clubs hangout.

In 2007 a guy walked in there wearing a Hell's Angels support shirt and he ends up dead in the brook behind the bar with his shirt being used the rest of the night as the bar rag.

This town was full of various biker gang members from far and wide riding through during the next few weeks sparking a huge law presence from locals all the way up to feds to keep the peace.

The sort of thing we saw in Waco, and in this town a few years ago, seems to always be running just under the surface then every once in a while there's a much more public display.

best,
brian kc
 
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I usually go into one-percenter bars with my high end Cog, white shoes, belt and hat, and yell "any of you nits wanna play some pool for money?" while fanning a fist full of hundreds. Of course there is dead silence while I walk around staring each of them in the eye. I pat their girls asses and unscrew, leaving disappointed that I couldn't get any real action.

Then I wake up with my heart racing and wonder where the hell that dream came from.

If you decide to do that for real, please remember me in your will.
 
Breaking News: Investigators in Waco have released a security camera photo showing what might have started the biker fiasco at Twin Peaks
 

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Absolutely. I grew up playing in a biker bar/pool room as it was the only place around my area at the time with 9' Gold Crowns (in the mid-late 80s). Never one problem in the many many hours and years I spent playing in it or any other bar growing up. Just gotta know how to get along with people. Playing in these kinds of atmospheres gets you prepared to play in any environment. Rock bands playing? No problem. Smoke filling the air so much you cant see the other end of the place? No problem. People today are to soft.

Most problems in bars (that I have seen), did not come from a biker, but from idiots.

But did you ever hustle pool in these places? Even some normal people go off the air when they think you have hustled them, much less a possible psycho.
How do you think a stranger would fair coming in and trying to take those peoples money?
 
Breaking News: Investigators in Waco have released a security camera photo showing what might have started the biker fiasco at Twin Peaks

Real "breaking news"... watch your foot. I mean really... who knew that running over a foot could get 9 people killed...multiple other injuries and over 160 arrests for murder? It had nothing to do with the biker history, drugs, guns, and alcohol at the venue etc...but one persons foot got in the way.

Watch the feet...... Is the feet now the teacher?... Really?

R
 
A few years back when I was young and dumb, someone told me about this bar I should go play at, I had no idea it was a biker bar. Went in, started playing, got into THEIR tourney and began to realize winning was not there is in life, getting out of that bar would good for now.
There was one biker that I played, who broke a cue in half , at least 3 times when I played him. These were not house cues either.
I keep winning, get down to the best they had, and my friend with me kept telling me , Lose, Lose, Lose or we are getting the C-rap knocked out of us.
Well I win, and was expecting the worse, besides what could they do to me catholic school didn't do?
What happens next, I still relish to this day, They were all cheering for, handed me my cash, buying me beers, want to patch me into their club, and the part I remember the best,,,,,
They get the bartender to take off her shirt, get on my shoulder, hang her big boobs on my head and snap a picture.
Every time I would go back in there , My picture , blown up to 8x10 was framed hanging near the tables.
Talking about being scared, yes I was, but they told me they when someone does something well, like the way I shoot pool, they show respect.
 
Real "breaking news"... watch your foot. I mean really... who knew that running over a foot could get 9 people killed...multiple other injuries and over 160 arrests for murder? It had nothing to do with the biker history, drugs, guns, and alcohol at the venue etc...but one persons foot got in the way.

Watch the feet...... Is the feet now the teacher?... Really?

R

Had nothing to do with someone getting there toe ran over. Had to do with money. Or the not paying of money. As far as nine people being killed, the cops were responsible for most of the killing. No civilians were hurt I might add.
 
Had nothing to do with someone getting there toe ran over. Had to do with money. Or the not paying of money. As far as nine people being killed, the cops were responsible for most of the killing. No civilians were hurt I might add.

Do you have some inside info?
 
Had nothing to do with someone getting there toe ran over. Had to do with money. Or the not paying of money. As far as nine people being killed, the cops were responsible for most of the killing. No civilians were hurt I might add.

I agree. Sometimes the herd just needs to be thinned a bit. No collateral damage, that's good. No children injured or killed, that's great. It's win/win baby ;)
 
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Do you have some inside info?

It was reported that the Bandidos decided they were the only ones in the Texas schoolyard that could wear the Texas patch. The Cossacks wore it anyways and didn't pay the fee. It's like wearing the same clothes as the cool kids without their approval.

No civilians were injured because none are stupid enough to stick around when hundreds of different bikers show up, much less a couple dozen. Just another gang, except they ride bikes.
 
They have always been friendly to me at the Blue Oyster..great group of guys to shoot pool with.
 
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