I once arreated a short, older, white biker with really long hair down to the crack of his ass.
Heaven calling his neighbor racist names and threatening physical violence on his neighbor so I arrested him for harassment.
He was a real piece of work, I got them in my patrol car to transport him to jail and he was ranting and raving and complaining and in an effort to calm him down I asked him what kind of music he wanted to listen to.
He said you don’t have any music I like, I said you have no idea what I have on my iPod, pointing to my iPod and speakers velcroed to my dashboard.
He cursed at me a few times and then I asked him if you like the Allman Brothers. He said he love the Allman Brothers anyone’s went on tour with them as a roadie.
So I fired up Whipping Post and turned it up as loud as I could so we could hear it through the divider between the front and back seats.
It was a very hot summer night any asked me to roll down his window which I did, as we were driving along listening to Whipping Post he said this is almost like being on my motorcycle with my hair blowing in the wind listening to my boys.
I told him yeah except tonight you’re “ridin bitch” (aka ridin on back of bike.)
He sat there stunned for a second then began laughing and said “you’re all right son.”
Thats my Almman bros story.
Tied to the Whippin’ Post!
Thanks.