Hound Dogs MC today has four members. All four members ride Harleys of some
description. I’m sure many
of you that are reading this have already been to our "new" clubhouse where we
have had our Halloween party the last 10 years, which as you know has grown to
be the biggest indoor winter party in the Nordic countries. So if you haven’t
been there yet well you don’t know what you’re missing!!
As a club we try to get to as many parties, runs etc as we possibly can both
here in Sweden and Europe. Because of some of these trips abroad we have great
contacts with clubs from both Ireland, Germany, England and so on which results
in international visits at times.
By the way, have ever tried to teach an Irish guy to ski? Well we have! For the
last couple of years together with some other Stockholm clubs, we have been to
Sälen (ski slope area in the middle of Sweden) during the winter season to take
a break for the winter darkness and bike building. Well to cut along story
short did the Irish guy learn to ski? NO but he was on first name terms with
all the staff at the after ski pub!!!!
HISTORY
It all started back in 1979, and as all good fairytales start, we start at the
beginning. (And you can forget the fairy bit!!)
There was a local horde of “hard jaw” moped wielding gang of yaths who scourged
the neighbourhood of Ekerö (oak island) and close lying communutities. These
bruisers travelled around on their customized mopeds and ruled the roost. (at
least as they thought – with hormone rushes to egg on their teenage
mentality!!!) As on the downing of a new era (probably an early Friday night
with no kids to scare), somebody thought up the great idea of taking a great
step for mankind and checking out what is beyond the boundnes of Ekerö. Next
stop Bromma, 10 miles closer to the citycenter and without any parental hands
to hold, far enough away from recognizable surroundings.
When they parked their chopper mopeds on Bromma Square, who do you think came
on the scene? None only than a pock faced , zit scarred gang of mobile youths
that ruled the roost in Bromma.
Of course as you do in that age you don’t let any hillbillies come in on your
turf so a fracas started between the two gangs. With loose teeth , swollen
lips, a black eye ( or two), and big big smiles , the hillbilly gang from Ekerö
drove home as winners. But the boys from Bromma were maybe down but not broken
which in turn on in the next weekend. The venue was switched and the Bromma
boys beat the bollox out of the Ekerögang. On their own home ground. ( I think
Viking blood spoke that night on the way home to Bromma too.) Well, as you can
imagine after a few weekends of this, they realized that they could be doing
better things like chasing women, drinking beer, and riding mopeds. With a
handshake (not a hands handy – pervert) a truce was called and the two gangs
became one.
Hound Dogs was established.
First thing was to find a clubhouse, which was a little garage in Bromma. This
was only a stepping-stone while waiting for something bigger and better. This
came along in the form of a cow house out on Ekerö, which was in a state of
disrepair that only a bunch of young enthusiastically hard up bikers with no
other options would rent.
The first job was to muck, out or in, other words to chowel out the cowshit
that was left in mounds all over the floor. Then bit-by-bit, paint paint,
hammer hammer, saw saw, hammer hammer it started to transform into something
that looked like a clubhouse.
Over the fourteen years that the dubs were there, they made the place into a
place to be proud of. But like all good things it had to end. The dub got
evicted from the clubhouse as they wanted to build a mansion on the site.
So clubhouseless again the club were taken under the wing of a local farmer who
had a vacant stable/hayloft available. Now many years down the road, the club
were happily settled in there turning once again an old barn into a clubhouse
to be proud of. See the pictures of the clubhouse and judge yourself if you
haven’t been to our parties yet!
You may wonder where the name Hound Dogs derived from? Well, like all tales
some of the facts can be disorientated, forgotten or something like that!!
There are those that say there once was (is?) a heavily overweight hip swooning
trucker by the name of Aaron who sang something "like nothing but a hound dog"
but the truth of the matter is the name Hound Dogs derives from a hunting dog
like those used in the southern states of America like in the film Southern
Comfort, (squeal boy, squeal like a pig!) A hound dog hunts and a Hound Dogs Mc
hunts, women of course. The club was known to fill any women’s ear with
non-sensual bullshit that cared to listen .Ask any girl that has been subjected
to it!!!!!
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