He and a couple of his brothers closely watched anyone who did heavy drugs for signs that could cause the club problems. Drugs
weakened and distorts a man's mind; he might shoot too quick or not shoot at all. Heavy drugs may cause him to not be sharp and
clear thinking, and get a loose tongue or make stupid mistakes for his brothers and the club.
There were times Tic said, ‘we had to clean our kitchen'. One time the HAMC called us and told us to pull every man's patch in a
certain club of about 30 members, immediately. We did that on the spot and your kitchen better be clean to do that kind of work.
Being in the Dirty Dozen was a very serious commitment every day but it worked and serious things became normal. Tic says
when you love the taste and smell of a club, it grows and gives you that old saying, ‘Bravery is the ability to perform courageous
even when scared.'. He told me he could tell some fucking stories that would give me nightmares and put my hair on end.
He told me again Hezbollah and Hamas would head for Mecca straight up on their knees and there 70 Virgins in heaven would be
spending their existence wandering around looking for pieces of their terrorist boy friends if the Angels, or Chosen Few or East Bay
Dragons got a hold of their asses in a lonely corn field or in wide open Arizona desert.
Tic's told me in the middle '60's the Dozen were concerned about how serious they were committed to being a made 1%er, if they
were willing to die or do things to preserve the integrity of the Club, he said we came up with tactics that were powerful and
convincing that would set them apart from other clubs. Tic said he didn't have all the answers until he hooked up on a run with a
heavy 1%er Hession from LA, who taught him on what it really was, and what was required. He said one late weekday afternoon,
with six of his close brothers in a little bar in Phoenix, he knew being a Dozen Filthy Few was the real deal when an incident with
some people who wanted to test our loyalty to each other. Tic told me something I, and many others don't understand, and he
didn't want to elaborate on it too much. But said the record needs to be set straight out of respect for those who paid the price. He
said the original Dozen weren't 1%ers, only a small group were, and we respected that. He said only Filthy Few were 1%ers. In
fact, he said Filthy Few came in a little later. 1%ers were different then outlaws and the most respected of all the members. 1%
over the years has changed from it's original meaning, and it's OK, it's just different now. As I recall, the very first 1%ers were from
the Bay area, and the very first to wear the patch were two HAMC members from Oakland, and I believe I am right on that. At that
time, all other clubs were still considered "OUTLAWS". Certain patches mean a lot to old crew members, just ask the "101 ST
AIRBORNE", ARMY "RANGERS", or "NAVY SEALS".
Tic told me ‘back in the day', he always tried to be under the radar type of Member because you could get better long term results
more effectively coming in the back door rather than the front. He said the Feds approved of it because it was less work for them.
In the 1%er world, the two most important words are Respect and Loyalty and it wasn't a given, you had to work at it. Bullies never
last. They always seem to get it by the smallest man.
C Gagneaux / 2006
Tic always tells me there can be only one, you have to get this mindset, it’s just the fucking way it works – no matter whether it be a
county, a football team, or biker clubs, one has to be at the top – it’s the way we measure ourselves, there has to be a leader, a
super bowl champ, an Agassi or McEnroe, “something that separates one group, a country, or club. There’s alot of great countries
and we recognize them as such, but as great as they are, we, the USA, are the greatest, not just because we are the most
powerful but that we are able to give more, help more, but also the most forgiving – and yet firm on who we are and what we stand
for. Tic said, “listen Terry the Tramp inspired me into this lifestyle and I became a member of the Dirty Dozen MC of Arizona. The
most dominant and strongest club in old Arizona for sure, yet it always nagged at a lot of us from the late sixties, it probably would
be better if we patched over HAMC for a lot of reasons, so we had that mindset and we patterned ourselves after Oakland. In the
arena we were in, it made sense and eventually it happened. But I always felt if a club didn’t, I would respect them, in fact, enjoy a
lot of good times, rendezvous and partying with other clubs as long as they liked us and the Hells Angels – and a lot did. It didn’t
mean the Dozen, Banditos, Barrons, Gypsy Jokers and many more weren’t a solid group, but the HAMC were what we all
recognized as the greatest club in the US”.
“Shit has happened and I for one feel bad for it. I think if I made the statement, “There are bigger enemies then other biker clubs. I
won’t be wrong and the list is long." So I’m always about remembering as in back in the day and to work it out. I deeply strive for
peace and respect. I’ve seen it happen in the past with many great clubs and it’s my sincere hope it can happen again. But in my
humble opinion, someone has to lead and I believe the Hells Angels are the best and in that position to do that. You know things
seem to work for people or groups who keep putting in the time and effort day after day, year after year – build your organization
slow and sure, keep your scoots running right, go to fucking church week after week, month after month, make your mandatory
runs, suck it up.
As a Dirty Dozen, we lived it 24-7, we ate it, slept it and became married to it. There wasn’t a question in our minds what we were
doing . That’s why I appreciate Sonny. He’s the perfect example and time proved what myself and others felt in the 60’s. He was
the real deal through and through. Bigger, bader guys – yes, better riders – yes, smarter guys – not many. My point is age
sometimes helps men become better leaders. The problem is younger ones have to have patience and wisdom, and learn to
follow. And it works the other way too. Us older guys need to listen to the younger ones ideas and inspiration as well.
As far as who’s toughest, I’ve learned there’s always someone tougher. Even the best in the UFC finally get beat, And who cares
anyway. It’s the club that survives and us older guys have learned to make our shots count, I learned also both good shit and bad
shit in your life happens when you least expect it. Damn, I believe in this old school biker shit, it was so fucking real back in the day
and still is today – it’s my dream to see 1%ers clubs come together once a year for a huge fucking rendezvous. Bury the fucking
miserable ax and have a good time.”
|Building a new scoot - July 2007
Eagles, Dolan Dalton Reprise-Outlaw
Man-Peaceful Easy Feeling
Early Dirty Dozen members
Dozen members heading north, 1st Jacob Lake Run 1969
|Dirty Dozen MC at mainstreet Casa Grande, AZ 1968
DDMC Patch and Dice Retired October 1996
|Billy, like Sonny, running the show