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Cochise CHOPS Magazine

This magazine is NOT politically correct!!! We deal with mainly old bikes, old cars, old people and young folks who have their heads on straight, who are tired of status quo, and walking on egg shells so as to keep the peace. Socialism & Liberalism SUCKS!!! We bleed Red, White & Blue!!! cochisechops@yahoo.com or (386) 690-6270 Our Salesman, Shiny (386) 278-3370

“Where Old School “NEVER” Went Out Of Style!!!”

On The Cover Brothers On The Loop

Photo Taken By Michael Lichter Sent To Me By Von Hatcher

Oct. 6: Daytona Abate Monthly Meeting

Oct. 12: Libby’s Legacy Breast Cancer Foundation, Starts @ Mimi’s Original Art Gal 1635 1635 N. US 1 Ormond B

Oct. 13: Swap Meet @ Teddy Morse’s HD

Oct. 16: Chick Chopper Show

Oct 17: CHOPPER TIME @ Tropical Tattoo 11Am Til 4PM

Oct. 26: Mystery Ride The Boat Bar 10AM $5 (includes meal)

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Take A Ride South On Route 1 To Mims, FL For Whatever You Need These Men Are Good People ~ Cochise

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Thanks to all the people who came out for the Blue Plate Special at the Boot on Main St, on Labor Day! Because of the forecast of rain, a few didn’t show up & when it did start to sprinkle, not many left.

I believe we had over 300 people come out last year, this time it was closer to 200+, but what a great “family reunion”! Thanks Karin & Al for donating the free beer and the $5 food plates. You guys are still the BEST. The next time you go there for a great meal or a drink, please tell them & all that works there, Thank You!!! We missed you Orville!!!

Willie, Skully (from Tropical Tattoo) and I rode up to the Smoke Out in NC. We rode a bit of sprinkling rain on the way up, but thankfully it stayed overcast the whole way, making it easier on a couple of “old farts” from enduring 100 degree tempts. We had a good time there, but as always, it’s the ride that means the most to me & Willie.

On the way home Big Bob from “Bad”Ventures rode with us. It was another good 550 mile ride, with good people. Again it was overcast, and again it helped us from having our pants (drawers) from sticking to the back of our thighs & the seat, LOL! Until next year!!!

I’m trying to profile some of our local gals this month, basically from my party at The Boot & other pics I’ve taken of some. Please don’t feel excluded if you don’t see your picture, but just “gently” remind me that I overlooked you and some others.

Don’t forget the Chic’s Chopper Build off on the 16th of Oct. at The Other Place. Judging of these cool bikes, will start at 4pm, but the party is all day. Good luck to the 5 girls who have stayed the course. I’ll see you there. BTW, Jerry Diers started this deal, which may turn into an annual event. Keep it real, Cochise, Bianca & Sugar Baby!!!

God’s Corner By Cochise

ABORTION ON DEMAND!!! SAME SEX MARRIAGES!!! QUEERS GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOLS READING TO OUR BABIES!!! MORE THAN 2 SEXES!!! ANTI ~ANYTHING GOD!!! If you want ALL of this, then you do your thing, HOWEVER quit pushing your bull shit on everyone of us who disagrees with one or all of the above.

They say, “Only God can judge me”, but they say they don’t believe in God, weird. BUT knowing God will judge us ALL one day should scare the heck out of us, as “we all have sinned and fallen short of God”.

You can bet one thing, if there is a God and the Bible is true and Jesus is the way to Heaven, which I believe 100% is accurate, then making that statement should “Shake You To The Very Core Of Your Existance”!!!

Don’t brag about God will judge you like it’s NOT a big deal, or as in mocking Him. Galatians 6: 7 Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. 8 For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life. You WILL REAP WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN!!!

I Corinthians 6:7 Now therefore, it is already an utter failure for you that you go to law against one another. Why do you not rather accept wrong? Why do you not rather let yourselves be cheated? 8 No, you yourselves do wrong and cheat, and you do these things to your brethren!

9 Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, 10 nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.

11 And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.

Were You? Are You? Have you been washed? sanctified & justified???

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“WHERE THE LOCALS” “HANG OUT”

About 1 Mile South Of I-95, On Hwy 1

FULL LIQUOR BAR

ICE COLD BEER

BLOODY MARY SUNDAYS POOL

LARGE OUTDOOR PATIO

“Owned By The Best”

FOR YOU BROTHER JERRY, WITH BIG LOVE, COCHISE

THE STORY OF A MOST UNLIKELY ROCK STAR! Chaim Witz was born on this date 75 years ago in Haifa, Israel. Most of his family perished in the Holocaust; his family was “dirt poor”, scraping by on rationed bread and milk. His life was an early blur of babysitters, as his mother had to work to pay the bills after his parents separated. His first job? He began to pick wild fruit and sell it on roadsides together in Israel with a friend. The youngster would move to New York with his mom at age eight, learning the English language from television and reading comics. He would catch the rock & roll bug from (who else?) THE BEATLES and won a middle school talent show with a band called “Missing Links.” Now with the name “Gene Simmons,” he would meet future Kiss member Stanley Eisen (PAUL STANLEY) in the band “Wicked Lester.” Whatever you might think of KISS or Gene Simmons (always controversial!), his story is steeped in struggle, perserverance, and ultimate victory. INTERESTING NUGGET: Simmons speaks English, Turkish, Hebrew, Spanish, and Hungarian! He’s a big time COMIC BOOK geek. He named himself after rockabilly singer “Jumpin’ Gene Simmons,” who opened for Elvis Presley in the late 1950s.

We lost one of the Daytona family members last month, in Bro. Jerry Diers.

Jerry was an unique individual, in that he “truly” did do things his way. Many say they will/do, but Jerry really did do it his way.

A person that is real, garners great respect, and this man had the respect of everyone.

I don’t think, personally, I have had a death effect me like this one did. It hit me immediately, that “I won’t be able to see him ever again on this earth”. I’ve lost many friends here, but this one hit me hard. As I said, “Jerry was my family”.

There is a lot I can say, but saying Jerry Diers is family is good enough for me. I love you Brother Jerry, and on my part GBNF is the realist and most truthful thing I can say at this time. RIP Bro!!!

The Appalachian Project

In the quiet hills of Eastern Kentucky in 1964, a little girl walks home through a coal camp, her small steps echoing the rhythm of a life shaped by the mines. The sun dips low behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the rows of modest houses lined up like soldiers on the narrow street. She clutches her schoolbooks tightly, the pages filled with dreams of a world beyond the coal dust.

The air is tinged with the scent of coal and the hum of the tipple still working in the distance, where fathers, brothers, and uncles toil deep underground. She waves to familiar faces along the way—a neighbor hanging laundry, a group of kids playing with makeshift toys, and old timers sitting on porches, sharing stories of the day’s work. Each house she passes tells a story of resilience, pride, and the close-knit bond that keeps the camp alive.

As she rounds the corner to her own home, her footsteps quicken. The warmth of the kitchen, where her mother waits with a hot meal, and the comforting glow of a coal stove are in sight. In this small, enduring community, she finds her way through the challenges and the beauty of growing up in a coal camp—a world of hard work, strong ties, and hopes that shine as bright as the lanterns that light the way home.

One Of The Local Chic Builders Is Ms. Ashley Check Her Out

Is My Wife’s Thing. Bianca Is So Talented & Can Really Liven Up Any Area With A Mural

Cornhole Tournament Every Sunday at 1PM

9-Ball On Mondays at 7:30PM 8-ball On Wednesday at 7:30PM

Walden’s is celebrating their76th Anniversary all year, so stop by and wish Kaylynn & Crew the BEST!!! ~ Cochise

Hang Out With Us And Enjoy

Large Parking Lot In Rear

Christal Is A Down To Earth Friend Of Our Family From KY. Believe Me When I say that she is very humble. We’re Happy She Came Into Our Lives!!! Cochise

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The Gorgeous Model From KY, Ms. Chrystal, WOW!!! Sitting In Cochise’s Back Yard!

Daytona Beach Icon

Shaun and I went by Von Hatcher’s to check out his latest builds and his supper, kool and well organized garage.

And we supposedly interviewed him for this article, BUT I’d already forgot about everything he told us after we road to eat, and so did my buddy Shaun, sooooooooooo, I’ll do it like I always have and just share with you what I know about this man who came into all of our lives back 2007. The man that was building the old rusty bikes, but also the fellow who has done what he calls 100 point total restoration on some others, like this sharp Triumph below! Notice that Blue Ribbon!!!

Bottom line is this, Steve Hatcher is an awesome bike builder, friend and a good man. I’ve watched him over the years, and just like Jeff Cochran from Sucker Punch Sally fame, I thought they were not friendly, but that was ALL in my mind, as both men were just shy, or standoffish. And just like Jeff did to me one time at the Smoke Out, coming up to me and hugging ole Cochise and saying he missed me, so too did Hatch

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walk up to me at The Shovelhead Coalition party and started telling me how he saw me and felt about me. You could have knocked me over with a feather (in both instances), as Steve told me he had been watching me to see if I was real or not, and he said that he came to the conclusion that I was, and that I tried hard to be a good guy. And what I do and by treating others well. Again, I was overwhelmed, because I had never really spoke to Steve, other than always shaking his hand and greeting him at each time our paths cross. After that talk, I knew I had me another good friend, and he had another one in me.

Steve I just like you, period. I know all about the accolades, the stories written on you and your builds, but to Cochise, they mean nothing without a deep love for mankind (as you showed your best friend Tino) and your work. I do remember he told us that if he could have, he would have started doing body work and paint on cars at the age of 3. By the time he hit double digits in life, he was doing that and became the best. His love was for the older cars and trucks, and his reconditioning of those were not surpassed, but became perfection.

Then the motorcycle bug hit him, and of course you know the rest of the story. Von Hatch has a pile of magazines that showcase his work that’s almost a foot deep, and I know he’s proud of them, as Shaun and I were as well.

Steve Hatcher what advice would you, a 73 year old, give to the younger folks? “Find something you like to do & do it! Let it become your life’s work. You’ll become the best at it & you will get paid well. Yes, be the best & get paid well!!!

Ms. Jean & Debby

Two More Beauties

Six Beautiful Local Ladies From Right Here In The Daytona Beach Area..................So So Awesome They All Are!!!

We Treat Our Local Beauties Here With Utmost Respect. And That Includes 12 Pack Jack, LOL

More Locals Supporting Local Gigs. We All Share The Same Love & Appeal To The Older Iron!!! And The Majority Work On Their Own Scoots, Male & Females! This Is Why I Try To Put Them In CHOPS When I Can!!!

BTW, She Also Drives Semi’s!!!

Here is another sweetheart, Casey Brown, the young lady that can melt men’s hearts, with her fabulous looks and her products. Casey Is a go getter, & does very well at it! My favorite!

More Beauties From The Blue Plate Special Show

Last Resort Al’s Granddaughters

Why Should Willie Be The Only One In The Pics Being Hugged By Hot Chicks! LOL

Top Left: Brooke RIP

Bottom Right: Robin You Know The Other Two

Drop By Anytime And Have A Cold Drink & Listen To Al’s Great Stories “HOME OF”

Check Out Our Chopper Show During Biketoberfest

Rat’s Asses

Wet, Yet Again!

You know it’s going to be a hot day when you move your garage door towards the sky and you’re staring right into the sun that’s peaking at you just above the trees across the street and you can feel a little bead of sweat crawling down your forehead. And it’s only eight thirty in the morning! Yup, it’s going to be a hot one, alright. But, that’s just Summer in The Sunshine State. Going to straddle the Ultra this time and head out to Sorry Charlies’ Corner for the “Freedom Fest”! Now how do you Not attend something called “Freedom Fest”?! The name says it all.

The crowd is kind of thin, but we did get here a bit early. Most notable, Everyone was dripping with Red, White, and Blue garb. Love those colors! It’s Always Great to see our Nation’s colors on an occasion other then the Fourth of July. Live music filled the air, livations filled the fists, and it was smiles all around! What a Beautiful Day and a Great Event! After letting an hour and a half or so glide by, we decided to move on to something else. Always like to squeeze as much activity in as we can while enjoying the day and each other. We followed Highway forty four back to I95 North.

Let’s see what’s happening up at Destination Daytona. Similar scenery, but a scene we like. Little thicker crowd, live music surrounding everyone, and yes, drinks were flowing. The day has moved along nicely so we decided to sink a drink or two as well. Snuck into the Harley Dealership to check out anything new they may have on display, (and steal some A.C.), it’s hot outside! Strolled the isles dreaming of our next Iron Stallion, but nothing really grabbed our eye so after a half hour or so we re-joined the group outside, another drink, another tune, and it’s back in the saddle.

South on US Highway one, snaked our way through Daytona and landed in the parking lot of The Boot Hill Saloon. Hadn’t been here in awhile. After some pleasantries with one of our favorite bartenders, Anna Lee, (Beautiful girl, hard working gal, and very personable), we just sat around for awhile, enjoyed some conversation and some more A.C. One and done and heading somewhere

to tie on the old feedbag. But, true to form, she hid a little something in her saddlebag. Awesome! Going to have to step it up a bit, though. You just know with this heat and humidity, there’s rain coming. No sooner did we wrap up the old feedbag, the sprinkles began. Meandered our way under the bridge that climbs over Lytle Ave. in New Smyrna. Then, it happened!

The Bottom Fell Out, as they say! And did it ever fall! Rain blowing sideways, water flowing down the street you could white water raft on! Yikes! Had about an hour of this before the clouds began to break. This was our chance to make a break for it. Through on some dry clothes out of the saddlebags, felt like they just came out of the dryer. Nice! Half a mile down the road, I parted what seemed like the Red Sea! Hit a puddle bigger, deeper, and longer then I think I ever had on two wheels before. So much for the “just out of the dryer” clothes. The water came from up under the bike and seemingly went straight up like a giant sprinkler! We were wetter now then before. Oh, well, might as well just take this ship home. Still a Great Ride and a Great Day. Even if we did end up..............................Wet, Yet Again! Gregg Riggle

Katie From Tropical Tattoo

Louise & Billy From

Edgewater, FL C H O P P E R T I M E

In 1938, Marion Post Wolcott captured a striking and somber image of a coal miner’s child in Bertha Hill, West Virginia. The photograph reveals the child, holding a smoking pipe in one hand and a gun in the other, entering a bedroom through a hole in the door. This evocative image starkly illustrates the harsh realities and complex social conditions faced by families in the coal mining regions during the Great Depression.

The child’s attire and the context of the photograph reflect the challenging environment of coal mining communities, where poverty and the struggle for survival were prevalent. The presence of a gun and a smoking pipe further underscores the tough and often dangerous conditions that shaped daily life in these areas. Wolcott’s photograph poignantly captures a moment of resilience and the stark juxtaposition between innocence and hardship.

Sarah Solares

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Momma Bear And Two Of Her Cubs That Live Here. All Of Her Children, Like Mine, Were Raised Around Motorcycles And Have Riden Many Miles Behind Their Fathers. Sugar Baby & Jordan Below

CHOPPER TIME @ TROPICAL TATTOO OCT. 17TH 11AM TIL 4PM

Angela, one of our daughter’s friends. She is “good people”!!!

BTW, she likes President Trump also.You go girl! (The rifle is a prop!)

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CHOPPER TIME @ TROPICAL TATTOO OCT. 17TH 11AM TIL 4PM

Mystery Ride Oct. 26, 2024

Meet Here @ 10am KSU 11am

$5 Includes Meal & 50/50 Where The Locals & Bikers Hang Out

Open Daily 7am - 2am

“Get Rid Of Your Hangover Here”

In 1932, Richard B. Spikes received a patent for an automatic car gear shift. Major companies welcomed his inventions. Its patent #1889,814.

By the time he created the automatic safety brake in 1962, Spikes was losing his vision. To complete the device, he first created a drafting machine for blind designers. The machine would soon be used in almost every school bus nationwide.

These are other inventions by Richard B. Spikes: railroad semaphore (1906) automatic car washer (1913) automobile directional signals (1913)

beer keg tap (1910) self-locking rack for billiard cues (1910)

continuous contact trolley pole (1919) combination milk bottle opener and cover (1926) method and apparatus for obtaining average samples and temperature of tank liquids (1931)

automatic gear shift (1932)

transmission and shifting thereof (1933)

automatic shoe shine chair (1939) multiple barrel machine gun (1940)

horizontally swinging barber chair (1950) automatic safety brake (1962)

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I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Up to a certain point, it is necessary for a man to live his life in the world in which he finds himself, and to make the best of it. But beyond that point, he must create a world of his own. And the greatest thing about life is that it is always giving us the opportunity to create something new. It is never too late to start over, to make a fresh beginning, to blaze a new trail.

Life is short, and we have but a brief time in which to explore, to learn, to experience, and to create. Let us make the most of that time, and let us burn brightly, like meteors across the night sky, leaving behind us a trail of light and inspiration for those who come after us.

~Jack London

Article in the New York Times

LACY VANZANT, B. 1915

Southern Man

Musically speaking, the man who called himself the father of Southern Rock couldn’t play much more than the radio. A long-haul trucker from rural Florida, Lacy Van-Zant never taught his children 12-bar progressions or three-part harmony. Yet he sired a family of musical superstars. His first son, Ronnie, was the leader of Lynyrd Skynyrd until a plane crash killed him in 1977. His second son, Donnie, has been the lead singer of .38 Special, another hit-making Southern rock band, for 30 years. And his youngest son, Johnny, took Ronnie’s job when Lynyrd Skynyrd regrouped.

The Van-Zant boys’ inheritance was not musical, but then again Southern rock was less about a sound than an ethos. In the 1970’s, as popular music splintered into the glam play acting of David Bowie and Kiss, the operatic brooding of Genesis and Pink Floyd and the sugary lyrics of the Captain and Tennille, Southern rock felt like the last refuge of something authentically American -- red-blooded and blue-collared, born and raised, no costumes, no makeup, no disco. Ronnie, Donnie and Johnny wrote songs about what they knew: ramblin’, whiskey, guns and Mom. And what they knew, they learned from Lacy, who bought his first flatbed truck at 15 and made his liv-

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ing on the open road. When his sons were little, Lacy sometimes took them along, playing miles of Merle Haggard and Hank Williams. Johnny, the baby of the family, says he pictured his daddy whenever he heard the Allman Brothers song about the Midnight Rider, forever on the run from some unnamed pursuer (the law? the Bee Gees?).

Lacy and his wife, Marion, known as Sister, raised their family -three boys and three girls -- on the west side of Jacksonville, in a tacked-together house where Lacy remained until his death at 89 last August. It was a rough part of town with a dirt racetrack. The kids waited outside the fence for tires to fly loose so they could sell them back to the hot-rod drivers. Whuppings were common in the VanZant home, and Lacy liked to tell about the time he got down on his knees to teach young Ronnie how to box -- the toddler, he claimed, hauled off and gave him a black eye. When Ronnie grew up, he kept punching, using his fists to discipline the band. Twice, he knocked out the keyboardist’s teeth.

As Skynyrd hit the charts with songs like “Free Bird” and “Sweet Home Alabama,” they only got rowdier. They snorted cocaine, wrecked hotel rooms and crashed their cars. But through it all, the band applied Lacy’s blue-collar work ethic to the job of rock ‘n’ roll. Ronnie made his band mates practice for hours every day in an unair-conditioned house. In concert, the band almost never improvised -- Ronnie believed fans ought to get what they paid for. George McCorkle, the guitarist for the Marshall Tucker Band, told the author of “Freebirds: The Lynyrd Skynyrd Story” that Ronnie made his drummer, Artimus Pyle, follow a precise routine. “He had to do the same crashes and the same rolls at the same time every night,” McCorkle said, “or Ronnie got upset about it.”

Touring wasn’t so different from trucking. At its peak, Skynyrd was on the road for more than 300 days a year. Before Donnie could legally drive, Lacy taught him how to back up a trailer full of equipment, a skill that earned him the right to tag along on his older brother’s gigs. Johnny and Donnie still spend a lot of time away from their families. Skynyrd played a party during the Republican convention in August and .38 Special did a date this fall at the Grand Casino in Tunica, Miss.

Lacy, a Navy veteran, was an unlikely rock ‘n’ roll stage dad. He gave his sons buzz cuts. When his teenage daughter Darlene once tried to leave the house in a short skirt, he ordered her to change, growling that her “tonsils were showing.” But when neighbors complained about loud rehearsals in the garage, Lacy told the police that what happened on his property was his business. It was Lacy who bought the band a proper drum kit, and Lacy who slipped his boys $20 bills when they went on the road.

Although the world his sons chose was racier and, ultimately, more lucrative than anything Lacy might have imagined, he always understood it on his own simple terms. When the band was just starting out, Gary Rossington, who would eventually become one of rock’s greatest guitarists, was suspended from high school for refusing to cut his hair. Lacy himself went to plead Gary’s case. The boy’s father had died in the Army, Lacy told the assistant principal, and his mother needed the money he earned playing in the band. Like his own sons, Lacy explained, Gary was a working man. Long hair was just part of the job.

Lacy Van-Zant, b. 1915 Shaila K. Dewan is a reporter for The New York Times.

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