The Fully Authorized and Totally Undefinitive History of the
                                    
UGLY Motorcycle Club
 
 
Compiled by UGLY Joel
Who
                                    categorically refuses to accept any 
responsibility for Inaccuracies, Errors, Omissions, Circumvention, 
Slander, Libel or Force
                                    Majeure.
All opinions are of the author – who refuses to accept responsibility for those either --
‘Cause
                                    that’s UGLY.
 
“If it wasn’t for Flashbacks I wouldn’t have any memory at all.”
 
 
 
UGLY Disclaimer
 
Trying to reconstruct, or deconstruct, the History of UGLY is no 
simple task.  The
 Club has been
                                    around for over twenty (20) years, 
and the early members of the Club were a paranoid, edgy crew that rarely
 committed things
                                    to paper.  Was this fear of the RICO
 Act, or was it merely a fundamental lack of literacy?  Who
                                    knows?  Regardless, it’s UGLY.
Compounding
                                    this problem is the fact that early UGLY brains tend to be well fried.  
As one Brother succinctly stated, “If
                                    it wasn’t for flashbacks I wouldn’t have any memory at all.”
Few could remember names or dates – and the ones that could never
                                    agreed with each other.  But as 
anyone who has attended a Mother Chapter meeting can attest – that’s
                                    UGLY, too.
So
 what follows
                                    is History by rumor and innuendo -- 
liberally mixed with myth, braggadocio and outright lies.  
And if anyone tells
                                    ya differently, it just ain’t true.
Here then is the straight UGLY Poop.  
 
 “Beauty
                                    is only skin deep; but UGLY is to the bone.”
 
What is the UGLY mc?
 
- The UGLY Motorcycle Club is an international brotherhood dedicated to motorcycling, companionship, mutual support
                                    and good times.
- The only territory we claim is the road beneath our wheels, and that changes every time we twist the throttle.
- We
                                    fly no patches, no rockers, and only
 occasionally wear the minimalist black & white UGLY Bones – usually
 when trying
                                    to finagle our way into a rock 
concert.
- Though our Club Minutes refer to “business,” nobody pays much
                                    attention to this.  Our only 
“business” is fun, although we do support a number of charitable
                                    causes.
We
 have brothers in
                                    California, Alaska, Nevada, Hawaii, 
Colorado, Oregon, Washington, Arizona, Utah, Arkonsas, Montana, 
Illinois, Wisconsin, New
                                    Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, 
Texas, Florida, France, Switzerland, Finland, Spain and Germany – along 
with a gaggle
                                    of Nomads that might turn up 
anywhere, usually when it’s time for dinner.
Some of our brothers are famous.  Some are less than famous.  And some are simply
                                    infamous.
The
 UGLY shirt has been
                                    proudly worn at major Hollywood 
events; on the stage of giant music venues; in the boardrooms of 
multi-national corporations;
                                    on the floor of the US Senate; and 
in barrooms and brothels from Hamburg to Honolulu.
Beneath that swag is a seething Ugliness that unites what otherwise appears
                                    to be a totally disparate amalgamation of riders.
   
 
“You UGLY guys ride fast!”
Unnamed Hell’s Angel – circa 1993
 
 
Genesis of UGLY
The UGLY Motorcycle Club began with
                                    an unusual confluence of interests: motorcycles, music, and (surprise, surprise) charity!
In 1984 Oliver Shokouh, owner of
                                    Harley Davidson of Glendale, organized and ran the first “Love Ride”
 – a single day motorcycle
                                    charity event that was raising funds
 in support of Muscular Dystrophy.   That initial Love Ride, though
                                    small, was extremely successful.  
Oliver knew that part of the reason was the entertainment provided by
                                    Robbie Krieger (guitarist from THE DOORS).  Oliver began searching for other “name”
                                    musical acts to help draw motorcyclists to future Love Rides.
Enter Bill Elkins.  Bill,
 a long time motorcycle and hot rod enthusiast, owned
                                    (and still owns) The Alley – a 
rehearsal hall in North Hollywood used by musicians who want to tune 
their acts before
                                    commercial appearances.  Bill would 
routinely call Oliver to borrow motorcycles for visiting artists. 
                                    This was a great situation for 
everyone.  The
 musicians got a selection of sleek new Harleys to ride,
                                    and Oliver got introduced to a bevy 
of bike riding rockers who might donate a performance to the Love Ride.
There was no club yet – not even
                                    the idea of a club. There wasn’t 
even a constant group riding on any given day.  This was just guys
                                    with a shared connection of music 
and bikes having fun.  Soon added to this crew was some of the “Sand
                                    Gang,” a loose bunch that off-roaded
 the Pismo dunes with Bill.   The numbers got bigger and
                                    the rides became a regular event.   
Some, but by no means all, of the people scooting along at different times were,
                                    Hoyt Axton, Bob “Bobalu” Benevides, 
Niko Bolas, Wayne Brooks, Jim Coldwell, Peter Fonda, David Lindley, 
Donald
                                    “Buddha” Miller, Dennis Scrimo, Joel
 Smith, Kelly Stewart and Rusty Tinsley. (And if I left your name
                                    out please send complaints to UGLY 
Manny in Gruyeres, Switzerland).   Mind you, there was no Club yet,
                                    but all of these guys would 
eventually become UGLY.   
By 1986 there was a distinct essence of UGLY cruising the boulevards
                                    and freeways of Los Angeles.  It only needed a catalyst to bring on the action.  This
                                    came when David Crosby was released from jail.  
On his first day of freedom, Bill brought him to
                                    Oliver’s shop and David bought a brand new bike.  They all went riding.  Bill
 remembers
                                    David shouting as they cruised 
through Malibu Canyon, “I was in jail yesterday and now I’m riding a 
Harley!!”
                                    
Dates
 get tricky here,
                                    but the best estimate is that it was
 shortly after Crosby’s release – sometime in the late spring of ’86
                                    - that things coalesced.  After a scoot through the canyons the gang stopped off at the Sagebrush
                                    Cantina for a few beers.  Bill 
Elkins went to the head, then came back and scrutinized the motley
                                    crew sitting at the table.  He 
prophetically declared, “You are the ugliest bunch of guys I’ve
                                    ever ridden with.  The name of this 
gang is UGLY.”
Bill challenged the UGLY bunch to “gang style” the freeway – two
                                    per lane straight across.  They 
blasted onto the 101 to find it totally empty – not a car in sight
                                    for miles.  This is a remarkable 
situation at anytime in Los Angeles.  They wound it up
                                    to 85mph – the motors merging into a
 “harmonic hum” – and faced a completely open road. 
                                    
It
                                    was like an omen.
The UGLYmc was born.
 
“Less is More.”
UGLY Willie G.
 
UGLY Philosophy
The
                                    UGLYmc began as an unstructured consortium of riders -- and it is still pretty much an unstructured consortium
                                    or riders.  
Though
                                    later years brought up all sorts of 
rancorous discussions (including shouting matches, pissing contests, 
shoving incidents,
                                    fistfights, stabbings, shootings and
 a much publicized cane-whipping across the tarmac of H-D Glendale), the
 idea of having
                                    a “Patch” or “Colors” was finally 
put to rest by, God help us, a vote.   
OK, I’m exaggerating. 
                                    It wasn’t much of a vote.  But
 a conscious decision was made to keep UGLY a “tee shirt”
                                    club --- just enough of an 
identifier to allow the Brothers to scam their way into a concert en 
masse.  (And,
                                    I might mention, you can easily turn a tee shirt inside out and disappear into a crowd!)  
As UGLY Willie G. put it –
                                    “Less is More.”  
This applies to our membership as well as our appearance.
The Black on Black Skull and Bones that many members have on their vests
                                    is an understated proclamation.  Those
 who need to understand do – and those who don’t really
                                    don’t matter.  The key point here is
 that despite the propensity for some Brothers to tattoo “UGLYmc”
                                    on their size XXXL bodies, the UGLY 
began as much as a “goof” on motorcycle clubs as anything.    It
                                    started with only two rules:
Rule #1 – There are no rules.
Rule #2 – Revert to Rule #1.
 
 
There is something rather
                                    appealing, and rather UGLY, about that simplicity.
The
                                    UGLY also started with a perspective that still holds today:
Family, Work, Club
 
 
And oh yes, you may call us sexist or you may call us old fashioned gentlemen, but we firmly believe that:
 
 
“There are no UGLY Women.”
 
 
 
“The name of this gang is UGLY.”
UGLY Bill Elkins
 
 
UGLY Sticks
 The first step towards formalizing
                                    the UGLY began again with Bill 
Elkins.  Bill found a bunch of old metal fuses that he scribed “UGLY”
                                    on and handed out to some of the 
guys.  He called them UGLY Sticks.  The concept behind
                                    this was that recipients “were wired
 right” – connected, as it were.   Given the
                                    times, it might be more accurate to 
say these Uglies were simply “wired.”  Bill
 claims there
                                    were eighteen (18) of these sticks; 
though with his addled memory it might have been 8 or 81.
Regardless, the UGLY Sticks have gone
                                    down in Club folklore.  Other sticks
 were made up and distributed at other times; but in fact they are only
                                    a footnote in club history.  What is
 important is that “UGLY” stuck!
The true move toward MC-dom came from Buddha
                                    and Bobalu.  Just before Love Ride #
 4 in 1987 they bought some cheap, grey, short sleeve golf shirts. 
 (Golf
                                    Shirts!!)  They added a skull and 
crossbones image and “UGLYmc” written in
                                    bones.  Buddha and Bobalu started 
handing these out to the group that had been gradually evolving.
Riders
 showed up at the Love Ride wearing
                                    the new UGLY shirts -- sticking out 
like sore thumbs, demanding backstage passes, and generally making a 
nuisance of themselves
                                    – acting, well, UGLY.
All
                                    of a sudden there was a club.  
Bill Elkins appraised Buddha and said, “You look like presidential
                                    material.” 
The Uglies had their first officer. 
And so it began.
 
“How do you say UGLY in Swiss?”
UGLY Doug Renneke
 
 
UGLYmc Forever
Bespeaking its musical origins, the first real meeting
 took place at the
                                    old Palomino Club in North 
Hollywood.  Others followed at the Alley and then moved to H-D of 
Glendale. 
                                    Today the So Cal meetings migrate to
 different locales.  The last one was held at an abandoned nuclear
                                    missile silo somewhere deep in the 
Angeles National Forest.   Hmmm, are we getting paranoid and edgy
                                    again?
 
Bobalu, Rusty and Reagen
                                    Jaramillo were responsible for the first real expansion of the club.  They brought in a number
                                    of long time riders, most of whom they had gone to school with.  These
 old classmates formed the core of
                                    what is now the Los Angeles or 
“Mother” Chapter – and they have been squabbling with each other ever 
since.
 
 The
 music
                                    and Hollywood connection was strong 
in the early days with original Uglies Peter Fonda, David Lindley and 
Hoyt Axton. 
                                    Crosby then brought in Chris Hillman, Dallas Taylor and Jerry Garcia. 
                                    Buddha, who was touring with Jackson Brown, brought in a corps of roadies, including Jimmy
                                    “JD” Deluca and “Diesel” Dick Sheehan, who extended our UGLY Tribe to the
                                    East Coast.  
 
Oliver,
                                    with his Love Ride and Motor Company contacts, brought in Willie G. & Bill Davidson, Verne Holoubek, Vinnie Terranova,
                                    Mike Lombardi and Tom Perkins.  
These guys started the Milwaukee and Colorado chapters. 
                                    Perkins, of course, has the oldest 
Harley dealership in the world, up in San Francisco, and Lombardi flies 
the H-D
                                    and UGLY flag in the Big Apple, NYC.
 
Right
                                    from the start the Uglies have had an enthusiastic racing component.  Bird Betts, Bob Moon, Rodeo
                                    Ray Tewksbury, Parts Vancil and Bill Van Dyke are among the Brothers that race or have raced for
                                    the club’s honor.
 
French
                                    photographer Emmanuel Joffet,
 became UGLY while working in Los Angeles, and then began the European 
chapter
                                    with a Continental spin on the “Less
 is More” philosophy.  Our Euro Brothers are currently few
                                    in number, but stand tall with UGLY 
Spirit.
 
The
                                    “entertainment” connection to UGLY remains strong today with Larry Hagman, Dusty Hill
                                    and Martin Jack Rosenblum added to the roster.  Labor is well represented by Bob
                                    Rizzi and Management was well repped by Capitalist Tool/UGLY Malcolm Forbes.  Paul
                                    Smith gives us a first rate artistic element, and there is a robust “motorcycle activism” corps spearheaded
                                    by Brothers like Paul Lax, Leroy Dwight and US Senator Ben “Nighthorse” Campbell. 
                                     
 
Contrary
                                    to what many outsiders believe, most
 Uglies are not luminaries or celebrities or activists or racers (except
 TT Racers, as
                                    in Tavern to Tavern).   We just ride bikes and have fun.  But a real effort is made
                                    to make sure only the truly UGLY are wearing our shirts.
 
We’ve lost some brothers over the years.  Some went down. 
                                    Some have retired.  Some have been exiled.    
 
They are still UGLY.
 
The Love Ride, held each November, is now a
                                    quarter of a century old.  It is still THE
 UGLY event --- and still the best excuse all year for
                                    Uglies to get together and party 
(not that much excuse is needed).  In a good year virtually the entire
                                    Club gathers in Los 
Angeles for this great weekend of
                                    UGLY spirit.
 
There
                                    is now an annual Swiss Love Ride
 as well, held each May, inspired by the California fund raiser. 
                                    This has become a mainstay for our 
European Brothers and it gets more and more UGLY every year.
 
The UGLYmc is now bigger and
                                    stronger than ever.   Despite the relatively small numbers on our roster, UGLYmc
                                    is one of the most widely known motorcycle clubs in the world.
 
There seem to be some “rules” now, but no one pays much attention
                                    to them.
 
No
                                    matter.   When you are “wired right” you don’t need too many rules.
 
There is a seething ugliness
                                    that permeates the Brotherhood and indelibly links us together.
 
 
Final Note:
In the late 90’s
UGLY was incorporated in California.  
This enabled us to
have a bank account, an insurance policy and some liability protection.  
There is a Board
of Directors, but in true UGLY spirit, no one is quite sure who is on it.