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NOTE: If you come here looking for a bunch of chicks naked next to a bike and calling themselves, "Biker Chicks", put your dick back in your pants because there is none of that stupidity here. Go to a fuckin porn site if you want that. If your here to learn something, then read on.

Today and Beyond!

Well hells bells you made it this far back in the pages, congratz!

I have been getting a lot of feedback and thus far it has been really good considering there is always gonna be some scum bags out there who should never be allowed to breed.

I find it ironic that they want to do all these sexual things to me, but when it comes down to Brass tacks, They will run back to their mommies and say, "Mommy, mommy Gale (Candy) hurt me!" Hehehe.

Okay, so it seems that I have some sort of following. Some women and some men. Hmmm! Wanna chat with me on a almost daily basis or know what I have been up to? Subscribe to my blog and you can comment on some of my shit I write. Don't worry, I'll respect what you have to say.

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Well, you basically read how I have been over the decades in the previous pages. I think I have evolved a whole bunch. I am no longer passive/submissive anymore. I think it is because I have been alone for so many years (2 decades). I still act gurly but I am strong willed. With the men in my life these days, it has been, "My way or the highway." Yeah, I have even sent some packing down the road recently. You don't fuck with this gurl here. I don't have time to baby-sit 50 year old men. Life is just too damn short for that kind of crap. Besides, a man is suppose to take care of me and not the other way around.

Someone asked me recently if I could be a slave again. Hmmm! Ya know, he would have to be very open and very liberal at the same time strict. he would have to be kinky and mix the D/s lifestyle with bikers and motorcycles. I would want him to get off his bike and me off of mine and he grab my leash and lead me around. So could I again? Maybe with that right guy, yeah. I can be trained, but never tamed. Could it be with a woman who is a Dom as well? Yeah it could. All depends!

Hey, I don't pretend to know all the answers and I am the poster child for relationships gone bad, but I am still here and standing on my own (I think).

With all my music, ya think I be stinking rich. But I have never pushed my music for the sake of money. Having that attitude has left me at or below poverty level many more times than not. Sometimes I don't even have enough for a McDonald Cheeseburger and some fries. Other times I had enough to get there, but not enough to get back if ya know what I mean.

Some people can just go buy a brand new bike at a whim's notice. I have to save my nickels and dimes to just get a front tire. Would I change it if I could? Naw, I am simple and I have had a simple life.

Here is a photo of "Queen Latifah" on her pony.

Hey, I have some good women that have joined my blog recently and even my Yahoo IM. You can join my Yahoo IM, just remember to leave a note on who you are. I get a lot of spam, so make sure you say sumtin.

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Someone recently called me a, "Den Mother." WTF? Me a Den Mother? Of whom, other biker chicks? Ya gotta be fuckin kidding me right? Because I have been riding for 37 years and still do daily is no reason to even fuckin think I would be a den mother.

Hey, now here is a thought.

Naw, there are plenty of bitches on bikes that are in all women's bike clubs now. I am a Nomad, a lone wolf. One who runs on my own set of rules.

I blaze my own path down the road. I am a Nomad like my bike and my people

I was recently asked when was the last time I was on the back of a bike. Hmmm! If I had a friend who wanted to take me for a ride, I would love to get on the back of his bike. But, do I remember the last time? Umm, no, I can't say that I do remember. I have had guys and gurls ask me if I would take them for a ride though. The guys I giggle at, because I ask them if they really want to ride, "Bitch" on my bike. Once they hear the term I use, "Bitch" they quickly back down for the ride. The women seem to accept the term easier. So, I will give them a ride from time to time. But I make the joke all the time when they ask me for a ride. "No Butt, No Putt!" or "Gas, Grass or Ass, you don't ride for free." I know, I am a stinker.

I have left many bones behind. Some I have made into Ornaments!

Still feeling the Pain: Over the years I have noticed that I am feeling more pain from old war wounds. I got in a fight back in 1993 with some College Football lineman who was on drugs. Nothing I did hurt him. He threw me all over the place and no one helped me (I was at a bar). So, I knew I was on my own with this Godzilla of a man. I landed on my left elbow and chipped a bone. Someone finally got between us and I limped away. I know that guy will count his bruises and cuts when he sobers up. I could barely walk for a week after that. What pissed me off was that, the men watched to see how tough I really was before they got between Godzilla and me. He felt no pain on drugs, and that is all I felt being thrown around. I was getting my ass kicked, but I held my ground. Ouch! I feel my elbow most when I roll over at night in my sleep.

I have a bullet scar in the back of my left upper arm. Damn bullet went right through the leather. I got caught up in a war of bullets one night and became a victim of their stupidity. The arm hurts when it gets cold during the winter time and the pain is right around the scar.

I have a knife wound that bothers me too when it is cold. Some biker chick didn't like me and decided that it be best that I was dead or dying. Problem was, When she stabbed me, the knife went through a leather vest and the knife hit a rib and it didn't go all the way in. I might be dead if it did. My Gawd, don't Sunday punch my ass with a knife. I never knew it was coming. What happen to her? Well, lets just say she will not be on a bike for a very long time, and she will be eating through a straw for a long while. She will remember me for decades to come. I hope she learned her lesson. I did, I learned to watch my back when talking to bikers and their ole ladies are not in plain sight. You know what it was? Mistaken Identity. The Stupid Bitch!

My right leg (knee) hurts from time to time when the weather is cold or if I really use the leg. A guy got angry and started beating me with a 4 foot piece of a 2X4. Now that hurt to no end, but I wrestled it away from him and realized that the piece of wood had two nails sticking out the end of it. Damn, I was lucky! He was hitting me with the nails pointing up. Only two times he hit me with the nails pointing down. I showed him how to properly use the nailed wood and proceeded to make him holy. Yeah, I needed a tetanus shot because, he got me just above the knee in the front lower thigh and those nails had like, ancient rust on them.

There are a few more minor war wounds but those were the main ones. Some required ER and some didn't. Then the 20 questions from the cops when the hospital calls them because of my suspicious injuries that don't follow under the word, "Normal."

I don't carry any weapons anymore on me or on my bike. I did for decades but had to explain more often than not to cops as to why I am carrying a large blade on me. To peel grapes officer! I only carry my WMD's (weapons of mass destruction) in a bra these days. giggle.

Yeah, she looks like she could be one maybe (biker chick)

Reese Witherspoon

I kinda laugh at some of these women who ride and call themselves, "Biker Chicks." That is a term use so loosely on people who want to belong to a culture people. You want to be a biker chick? Then live with your bike. Live and breath your bike. Live to ride and ride to live with your bike. It is not how bad-ass you are. Its not how you look on your scoot. It's all in attitude and knowing in your heart of who your are. Its not about breaking the law or drugs. It is about freedom of the road and become one with the wind and nature on your bike. You and your bike become one big blur going down the highway of life together. It's not an object, its not just chrome, steel and rubber. It breaths a life all its own. Its about pride in what you do in spite of what the many others say about you. Its standing your ground for what you believe in. At times it is about cracking the law and doing what you have to do.

Like who you are, Like what you are, love who your becoming. Love your pony (motorcycle) that got you where your at today. You don't have to have 37 years of riding to be a biker chick. You don't have to show your fuckin tits or stand naked next to a two wheel machine like all these wannabe's do.

Biker Babes: One thing about these bitches who model next to motorcycles and are called, "Biker Babes." They are not biker babes. Us who ride in front and in the back of the bike for the love of riding are "Biker Babes." We are the Scooter Foxes of the biker world and we come in all sizes, shapes and forms. All colors, races and religions. So, don't tell me they are Biker Babes because they aren't Shit! They are just fuckin models to show off a bike and nothing else.

I get these fuckin horn dog dudes typing in their search engines for, "Slutty Biker Chicks" or "Naked Biker Sluts." Who in the fuck are those kind of women? There are more Slutty Yuppie sluts than biker sluts. Just check out the porno sites dudes.

Biker Chicks, Biker Babes, Scooter Foxes are genuine class from the time they get up in the morn to the time they go to bed. If you think your gonna find a slutty biker chick (whatever that is) here, you have come to the fuckin wrong place. Grab your dick and get the fuck out!

From Yesterday to Modern Day - We Ride!

My Native Ancestry: I will not delve deeply into my native ancestry here. This is not the place for it. I am Mescalero Apache' and I am proud of my ancestry. In 1886 when "Geronimo" turned himself in at skeleton canyon, many knew it was the end of an era. The Mescalero's never said a word and kept quiet. But because of that the Chiricauah had a place to live. Because of this silence, on the US books it shows that the Mescalero never surrendered to the US. We were also the hold outs in wearing white man's clothes until well after the surrender by Geronimo. We were alone in forming to the white man's ways. We were the nomads who didn't want to conform and became the last hold out.

With that being said. I find so many reasons why I ride alone and have become a nomadic rider on my painted iron pony. I ride to my own set of rules and way of life. I follow the path of the red road daily. Remembering where I came from and what it took to get where I am at today. I have modernized those old beliefs but I follow the red road and will always until the day I pass on. I say my prayers at every meal and before I go to sleep at night. I have witnessed the grace and love of the Great Father in my life. I should have been dead many times over through the decades. But I am still here and I know why I am.

I integrated my Native Ancestry into my everyday life. This includes the way of being a biker chick and how I travel across this great land as a nomad. I am a two spirit and carry myself as any native would when facing people who don't understand my way of life or who I am - I am Apache'. I am not religious by any means. I am spiritual and I have even blessed my iron pony. Yeah, I have the credentials to bless my own bike through the grace of the Great Father.

For decades we have been very poor as a people. But we are so rich in spirit and our determination for survival has prevailed. When I roll up on my pony, I let it be known that I am Native American, that I am Apache'. My jewelry, my walk, my talk says I am a modern Warrior Woman of the Mescalero Apache' Nation and I am a Biker Chick! A warrior woman who rides the painted iron pony. Make no mistake. I ride through Society today yet I am no longer a part of it. I have seen too many fallacies, too many lies by brothers/sisters who tell me one thing and when I turn my back, do and say something else. The local, state and federal government lie so much about so many things. So now I believe none.

In 1924 the US Government gave all Native Americans US citizenship (Yeah, it took them that long). Many are giving back that citizenship and I will be included when given the chance by my Apache' Nation.

I try to only step into Society when the need arises. That is not the same as buying a pair of boots or a loaf of bread. This Society is corrupt and I am tired of it. So, I walk through it but never being a part of it.

I ride the highways in the USA only because the wagon trails are all closed up and fenced. I ride into the sunset and know who I am..

My leaders once said, "The Apache' will fight no more, but we will never surrender and there will always be Apache's."

Hit'ah nilde' da (ride safe)

If you would like to hear my native albums, you can go here:

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BON

I just recently joined a biker social network called, "BikerOrNot." I will be trying very hard this year to do something I don't normally do as a Solo-Lone Wolf Rider. I am going to try to socialize with some brothers and sisters. This is not going to be easy for me and I have my own set of fears from it. But if I'm kinda be careful, I may be able to tackle another area of my life that I am not good at. It is so much easier to just have a couple beers with some brothers or sisters and then get on my pony and never having to return again. So, this will be umm, kinda new for me. I will be holding my breath. I also had to write a profile and that wasn't easy either. But I think I did okay trying to explain myself.

Here is my BON Profile

http://www.bikerornot.com/galerevilla

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