| Hi!
My name is Blackie Top and I'm the
official Chapter "G" mascot. Since I won 1st Place at the 1995
Texas District Rally this past weekend, I thought the new Chapter
"G" members would like to know me.
Mascot's Owner's Name (Region, District, Chapter)
Butch "Yogi" Blackmon,
Region H, Texas Chapter "G", Tomball, Texas
G.W.R.R.A. Number
#1
Number of Miles Mascot has
Ridden
Twice as many miles as anyone else in the entire universe. I also
covered them in half the time, and used 1/3 the fuel! It is interesting
to note that I did this in the pouring rain, blindfolded, while looking
backwards off the trunk of a Gold Wing, being driven by YOGI! If you
don't believe this, ask YOGI!
How I Found My Owner
I was originally created by a very nice lady by the name of Janet Reich.
She made me out of the left over stuffing from other stuffed animals. My
vest is cut from the old seat cover of a 1200 Gold Wing; my blood is
actually 10W40 HONDA synthetic oil, and my heart is a reasonably new 12
volt Delco battery. After she created me, she decided that I needed
someone to ride with.
So actually I do not have an owner; I have an overgrown child that I
have adopted, and I allow him to ferry me around the countryside on my
Gold Wing! To say that I had an owner would mean that I must somehow get
permission to do something or go somewhere. And I want to assure that I
- Blackie Top, am as free as the wind that blows across the immaculate
valve covers on my Gold Wing.
I adopted this guy when I saw him sitting on a corner with a "I
will work for a Gold Wing" sign hung around his neck! I figured he
could use a little class and I admired his objective! All in all, he
cleaned up pretty well!
(after cleaning up)
Hey Butch! Tell us where we are going!
Our Most Unusual Ride
The most unusual ride I have ever been on would have to be the time I
saved Telluride, Colorado from being wiped off the face of the earth by
an avalanche! Yogi and I were in Colorado riding when Yogi created an
avalanche by playing my Gold Wing's tape player on full volume with
"Born to be Wild!" blaring out all four speakers. I, of
course, immediately noticed this immense wall of white powder, which was
an avalanche he had triggered, bearing down on us from my exalted
position on the bike! I calmly SCREAMED at the big dummy, NOW YOU HAVE
REALLY DONE IT!!! --- GET US THE HECK OUT OF HERE! Since we were in a
canyon surrounded by sheer vertical walls on each side, there was only
one way out and that was straight downhill as fast as we could go!!
Now with Yogi hanging on to the bars and whimpering like a little puppy,
I wasn't too sure that we (or more importantly ME!) could survive this.
However, by reassuring him and constantly yelling - FASTER YOU FOOL!
FASTER YOU FOOL! and FLOGGING HIM WITH A BUNGEE CORD! we were managing
to just barely stay in front of this churning mass of snow! So far the
road had been straight downhill. The snow was churning and rolling over
and over just three feet behind the rear fender of our fleeing Gold
Wing. I have to admit that I became facinated by looking at all the
stuff that the avalanche had managed to catch and swallow. As the
avalanche continued chasing us, this stuff kept rotating up, kinda like
clothes at one of those all noght washaterias. I saw seceral
Harley-Davidsons, a Corvette, a Moose, a Winnebago and a Yamaha Royal
Star that the avalance had managed to catch up with. Now we were rapidly
bearing down on some sharp curves and what you might of thought would
have been the end of my glorious life. It was actually the very thing
that saved us -- Naturally, Yogi started to slow down; however, I
quickly formulated a brilliant plan and calmly screamed into his ear,
"SLOW DOWN AND YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!"
As we hit the first sharp right hand turn, Yogi closed his eyes and
leaned the Wing wayyyy over! There was a steady stream of red hot sparks
thrown off the right side Markland floor board as it found the pavement.
Then Yogi opened his eyes and peeked out of his pinstriped Shoei helmet
at the road with the rapidly approaching left hand turn and screamed,
"Mommy"! He closed his eyes again and made a quick flick to
the left and the Markland floor board on the left side started throwing
off red hot sparks as it touched down oon the speeding pavement.
Sure enough, my plan was working brilliantly. By the time we had made
the next two turns, we had used up both floor boards and completely
melted the avalanche!! The Harley-Davidson riders were happy to be
released from the avalanche and swore to trade their inferior bikes in
on Gold Wings if they could ever get them started. The owner of the R.V.
Turned out to be a big movie producer in Hollywood who is formulating
plans to feature my life story in a movie. This should be released
around Christmas time. The last time I saw the Moose, he had gotten back
on his Royal Star and was headed back to Denver, where he met his
brothers in Moose Lodge #1234 and told them all about my heroic actions.
Yogi was stretched out on a roadside picnic table hyper-ventilating and
swearing to never again pay "Born to be Wild"!
So all in all, I guess I would have to say that was the most unusual
ride I have ever taken! Oh, by the way, the small town of Telluride,
Colorado turned out and received us with a parade, as fill fledged
heroes! This was to be expected since by my courageous actions I had
indeed saved the entire town from being wiped off the face of the earth!
I understand that several new babies have been named after me in
Telluride!
J.J. Jamison of Accessory Terminal contacted Markland and they agreed to
replace both floor boards under warranty. They also intend to feature me
in most of their new advertising campaigns, so everyone was happy!
Nothing really special, just a typical day in the life of a Chapter
"G" rider and mascot!
One Thing About My Owner
If I could tell you just one thing about the guy that I allow to ride my
Gold Wing, it would be this;
WITHOUT ME ON BACK, HE DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE!
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