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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.

Women's Old Skool of Hard Knocks!

Old Skool Type Bike

I decided to spell the word different than what one would normally spell the word, “school”. Maybe because this un-written world of skooling should be said with originality and not spelled as the word would be normally.

37 years ago I got into bikers and riding motorcycles. As you know I had a man incorporate the D/s lifestyle into the mix and blend it into riding and the riding lifestyle.

This is not going to be an extension of that. This is about old skool. The book that was never written and those who had to follow this code of conduct.

The term of old skool for women was not the same as it was for the men. The un-written code was basically created by outlaw (1%ers) MC’s. They needed structure within their ranks and it included women, ole’ ladies and even family to some extent. I didn’t know how to dissect the women until I actually put some labels on us (yeah more labels). From what I can remember there are, Old Skool Married/not married (ole’ lady), Old Skool Single MC, Old Skool Single Independent.

I’ll try to say a little about each one and try to keep them separated only when needed.

Lets get down to the basic core and what needs to be said. You don’t have to agree or you can argue the point. But the way it was is the way it was and you can’t change what old skool taught me and how I lived it.

Using today’s slang and language, the women were basically property of the club and the ole’ man (biker). You were in a sense a HOE. Not a hooker HOE of today, but some can apply. You were a biker’s Hoe! You were there to give him what he needed sexually and companionship. You rode on the back of his bike as a privilege and not a right. You’re rights as a woman was whatever rights that he gives you. He knows the code by the club and passes it down to you. Learn it and learn it fast or your in trouble with not only him, but the club itself. Many ole’ ladies wore a patch on her back that said, “Property of” and the name of the club. Yeah, depending on the club, ole’ ladies were passed around and fall into the category of Old Skool Single MC. Not all clubs did this or allowed an ole’ lady to be passed around. Normally a pass around was an, Old Skool Single MC. She was the one who wanted to be with the club and be a part of it. If that meant going to bed with any and all club members, so be it.

Well I guess I can say I started as an Old Skool Single MC. Got caught up with this guy I liked a lot and he basically introduced me to his brothers. I hung around the club house and before I knew it, was one of the MC girls. No, I had no rights; I was able to party every single night to my heart’s content. Got laid all the time by some I really wanted to lay me and by others that I didn’t even want to be around, never gotten beat up, but did get slapped a few times for opening my mouth when I should have kept it shut. I learned very quickly after a few slaps and a fat lip. Yeah, there were times I was bitched slapped into submission. Probably because I wasn't in the mood.

I wanted to belong and that was a close as a woman could get to an MC. Today it is different and I won’t talk about it because many of you are living it. But back then it was a different world and women were looked upon differently than today. We were never ever called whores or sluts. Maybe we were but we were respected enough not to be called that.

After a few years of being an Old Skool Single MC, I broke away from the club and started venturing on my own. I caught up with another guy who continued to teach me the old ways of the biker.

Under his wing (of protection) I was again labeled, Old Skool Single. That meant I was his property and did whatever he said. No I wasn’t his ole’ lady although that would have been nice. I never the less was doing exactly what I was doing with the club but now I was with an old skool independent. I was still being passed around to his brothers and again their old skool ways respected me for who I was. I still rode on my own but I could never ride next to him.

I wasn’t that popular to say the least with some of their ole’ ladies because I was doing their ole’ men. But, the ole’ ladies knew the code of conduct and I never got my ass kicked because of it. I did what I was told and they knew it. They knew that if they get their ole’ man pissed off and he left. That she could find him in bed with me.

Later on I became Old skool Single Independent and my world turned for the better for me in many ways. Now I had fuckin options that I didn’t have before. This is how I am today – Old Skool Single Independent –

Modern Day Rider

The difference is that I would be still called or labeled a slut by societies standards. But I never forget that I am still a hoe. My own hoe now, but a hoe.

I see the breed of Old Skool dying quickly and only the 1%er MC’s still have it going. I don’t know to what extent anymore. But I am sure it is still there. You can watch the TV program, “Sons of Anarchy” and even though it is a drama for TV viewers, it does have some real element to the lifestyle. Although I don’t know if an ole’ lady of a prez of a 1%er outlaw MC has that much say. I just don’t know because I never stuck around long enough to find out.

Every single person who comes into my home is warned or made aware of my old skool ways. They don’t have to be, but know that I am. I was sitting with a girlfriend of mine for coffee and I heard a bike roll up. I knew it was my close brother and I let him into the house and gave him a cup of coffee. We sat around for a bit and then he said, “Candy, shed some clothes and show me some skin” and he smiled.

I smiled back at him and excused myself from the table and went into the bathroom and came back out just about totally nude. My girlfriend kept her composure and I said, “How’s this?” he look and said that was fine. I continued to serve and be a good hostess to both of them. He was old skool and I am old skool. He is and was allowed to grope and cop a feel. He can run his hands all over me as a man should. But if he said, let’s go to bed. I had that option to say yes or no being an Old Skool Single Independent. If he said, give me some head, again, I have the option thrown back at me if I want to or not. If I did, I would do it right in front of my girlfriend unless he turned his back to her. But, again that was my option and not his anymore. She would not cringe or make fuckin faces. She would know the old rules I go by.

I am a nice person, but I consider myself an "Arizona Rattler", Careful how you hold me!

If he was old skool and was with his ole’ lady and said to shed my clothes and show some skin. I would still do it in a heartbeat no matter what his ole’ lady thought. She shouldn’t do or say a thing to me and look at as normal being he was old skool, she would be as well.

Today I am older and don’t have the hour glass figure anymore at 52. I still look good and better than most my age. So, I know an old skooler is going to tell me to shed and because HE wanted to see me, I will do it. I am old skool and know the meaning of it.

Us old skool girls are tougher than most people would ever imagine. Plain and simple, we had to be. We were dealing with some of the most wildest, coolest and the most dangerous people on this planet. The Old Skool 1%er in his prime could take down 3 average men without thought. Spending time in prison was never a worry and they didn’t care. Getting killed for the club was a code of conduct by all members. So ya think they are going to be wussies? Not on your fuckin life. So, us women had to be just as tough (as much as a woman could) to handle these beast of men that most feared. Some women thought they could bend the rules or outright break them and have gotten hurt. Some women I never saw again and we were not allowed to talk about them if they weren't there.

If I shed my clothes and was called a slut or worse, you can bet your ass that I would be all over you like Flies on Shit. If I shed my clothes and stood there naked and you made faces at me or whispered shit to your friend, I be on you like white on rice and I would do it all naked. I have no problem taking your ass down. So careful how you act or react around old skool bitches like me.

Understand, there have been many of times that I have bitched slapped a woman into submission. I don’t fuck around. At the same token, I have been told by many that I am a very sweet person. I like to think I am. I really am a nice person. I like to be airy as you well know. But that doesn’t mean I am an airhead and don’t know what is going on around me at all times. Old skool taught me that. Yeah I have also bitched slap a few men in my time as well.

I took a bullet in the arm for my ole’ man in trying to drag his ass out of the gun fire. Yeah, he was down and I did what I did because I knew my place with him. We both live through that night.

There have been so many times that a bitch who rides came within inches of getting her ass handed to her by me. Just because she knew nothing about being old skool and gave me the wrong look or whispered the wrong thing to her friend.

If a RUB or a Sunday Rider asked me to shed some clothes, I would have to seriously think about it with much hesitation. Is he old skool or a poser? Is he for real and does he know the code of conduct or is he just a horn dog?

The old skoolers who wrote the un-written book are now in their 60’s. So if he said to shed clothes to me, the people around me better not start saying he is just a dirty old man cuz I would be on them real quick like in defense of the old skool biker and my own old skool ways. If you don't know old skool, then best to keep your composure and just kick back, accept and watch cuz ya might learn something.

Nudity is not a problem to me like it might be to you. If told to strip, I do for the sake of respect. I don’t have a second thought. Most of the time I like to head to the bathroom for a sec to straighten up so to speak and be presentable for him and his brothers/sisters depending on who was present.

So before you ever ride with me, know who I am first and foremost. I come from the old skool and know the ways. I can catch a Bullshitter a mile away and know if he or she is who they say they are. Around me ya better be true.

Nudity and MC Protection: I came into the biker community when many clubs were just starting to form or were trying to get a foothold on their territory. Many women were moles for other clubs and snitches. So beyond the sexuality of a woman being scantily clad or nude left her vulnerable and she couldn’t hide wires or a gun. Yeah, I guess somewhere a woman did that and the un-written rule was written. WOMEN of MC’s were to be nude or semi nude so that they can’t hide anything. So nudity was a norm for us. Today I have seen women throwing fuckin fits about nudity. Get real kid!

I was at the Laughlin River Run and I had a boob about ready to pop out (unintentionally) and two women walked by me in the other direction, one called me a slut. Holy Shit! I turned around and said come back here and say that. They hurried up and walked away. Posers! That is what they were. How can a biker chick call another a slut? WTF? Damn I wished I could have bitched slapped her.

Codes of Simple Conduct: Do what your told, What he does outside the house or club is none of your business. If your with him and he says stay by the bike, you don't leave the bike until he returns. If that means he is in a bar, you still wait by the bike. Who he fucks is his business, deal with it. Your there for him. Never make a scene in front of his brothers, Never bitch to him about who he has been with. Never speak unless spoken to. Clean his bike regularly. Always look you best for him. Always remember what you are. Depending on your social status within the MC, you were bought, sold, given away and or auctioned off to other chapters. You didn't have a say so (depending on MC). If you worked for the MC, you worked at a strip joint stripping or hooking on the side. All of this depended on the MC. What you are allowed to do and not do at club events. How to dress and not dress. Who you can talk to and who you can't. How to approach other members and when not to. My back to the wall, knowing when to leave when brothers are talking business, when to keep my mouth shut, knowing how to behave at runs, showing respect at all times to the old Skooler, submitting to their original way of life, knowing when to back your ole’ man and when to back away, When to shed clothes and when not to is all part of the Old Skool ways. You don’t have to agree to it. I know a lot of you reading this weren’t even born when I was learning.

But know that I know the rules and like those awesome men that I have come across. I expect respect out of the women I ride with. I expect respect from the men who walk into my life and if your Old Skool, You have my Deepest Respect. Yeah, I ended up in bed with more men than I could count. But that is the way it was back then. We didn't say no because that was not in our vocabulary nor was it allowed to be.

Today I scare the shit out of most Sunday Riders. I am totally free, Totally Independent, and a Nomad. I don’t take shit from people and I do my own thing. But, when it comes to Old Skoolers. I submit to them as much as I can with my options open. I know my place with them and no one ever needs to put me there because I lived it. Yeah, someone like me will always submit to an Old Skool Biker with my options open.

Someone asked me what I liked best about the groping? Hehehe, well, The pat on the ass was okay, but a hand on the pelvic/pubic area while having a normal conversation was what I liked best. A slight pat there when he walked away and I knew all was okay.

Now what about women? Same-o with them. If they are old skool and want a grope, that is fine with me. They can do the exact same thing as a biker. because they are old skool, I allow it with women. That doesn't mean I am going to bed with them. Just a respect I carry for my peers/sister who have been there. A lot of old skool women were bi-sexual. Some by choice and others not by choice.

It doesn't matter to me your race, color, height, weight, or what kind of bike you ride. If your Old Skool. You have my respects and I know my place as a fellow/sister.

It is ironic that men who are Old Skool get that respect they deserve but if a woman was Old Skool Single MC, we were looked down as sluts and whores when many of us weren't. Today many have either died off or have forgotten what it took to be close to old Skooled Bikers. Treat us with the same respect please. We have been there and done it our way!

Okay, so ya know I am a Old Skool Biker Chick and a hoe. I am not ashamed of it. I did what I did and I am still here. Lately I have been meeting new brothers and sisters on BON (BikerOrNot dot Com). I have no problem riding with any who have asked me. But if your married and your ole' lady doesn't know about old skool, Inform her! They are the ones who fuckin freak out with nudity, they are the ones who freak out if I acknowledge I am Old Skool Single MC and Independent. They are the ones that can get in trouble with me. Keep them at bay because I don't want to fuckin hear it and I don't want anyone getting hurt (mainly them). "Oh I could never do something like that." Well, no one is fuckin asking you too. This goes for the women who want to ride with me. Respect this sister here for who I am and we will all get a long fine.

Some people have been sending me feedback. Some disagree in what I wrote. That is okay, what when on in your neck of the fuckin woods was not the same as it was in mine. Some have asked me what club. Yeah, right, like I am going to drop names? Not on your fuckin life! Did Outlaw MC's really do that? Yeah, some did and some didn't. Some still do and some don't.

One wrote me and said I was breaking the un-written rule. What? I drop no names and I say how it was back 30+ years ago. You don't have to like this shit, just know it is there. I break no rules because there is no rule to break. I was brought up and taught Old Skool in Southern California. It's a big city with a lot of MC clubs.

One wrote, How can you call yourself a hoe? That's degrading: Simple, because I rather be called that than a slut or a whore and if I was called that, I be on you like flies on shit. Careful how you fuckin label me and how you whisper it to your sister/girlfriend/hubby/boyfriend next to you. I have a patch on my leather vest when I ride. It says, "Road Whore." It's a double entendre, you figure it out.

I have had some old skool brothers tell me that I tell it right on and I thank them for the compliments. Like I said, there is no name drops, no harm, so no foul. I have their respects and that is all that matters. They know where I had come from. They remember having a house mouse and an ole' lady at the same time. Some still do but, most don't anymore.

I have a Dark Side! Wanna know what it is?

Touch my Darkness and find out!

Someone just asked me if I hook or ever have hooked. When times are tough, yeah, I still hook from time to time, (no fucking) just blow jobs with old yuppie men cuz I know they are not cops. One has gotta do what one has gotta do to make ends meet. But I am not standing on some street corner looking for johns. Forget that shit!

My Demeanor Today: Someone stated that I am not the typical biker, I hope I am, My Gawd I hope that I am not alone out here all by myself. I have ridden alone for so many years in more fear of acceptance than anything else. If I was a bad person, then I can accept people not welcoming me. But I don't go out of my way to harm anyone. Yeah, I speak and write strong sometimes, but I am not out there looking for a fight. Read my earlier pages and you will see I am not a fighter or trouble maker. Well, I do create a little trouble but it doesn't harm anyone except me if at all. I am a Kitty and I would rather purr a lot than hiss/growl. One might think that I am aggressive and assertive when, in all actuality I am outspoken yet passive (is there such a thing?). Just an airy attitude that I enjoy. When upset you can expect something from me. But when all is good, I go back into passive/airy mode and prefer to stay there all the time.

More compliments and words of remembrance from Old Skool Bikers are still coming in favor to what I wrote. Thank you!

Me @ 21 years old - 1977 - oil painting portrait - 31 years ago