

The original Asphalt
Aviators Motorcycle Club was started with the help of Frank Smith Jr. in the
early 1950’s. After his U. S. Army tour of Korea. In those days there was no
patch. Every one wore a single rocker of black on white that said Asphalt
Aviators. The days of white T-shirts with the cigarettes rolled up in the
sleeve, and jeans with the cuff. He was the only child of Frank and Ruby Smith
of Brownwood Texas. He married Ann and they had one daughter, Mary Cathleen
Smith. Frank was killed
on March 8, 1959. He crashed his
yellow pan head into a tree
that still bears the scars in the
Brownwood Texas Riverside Park. Soon afterward, the club died.
Frank’s daughter was born
after his death. In 1979 his daughter, who goes by Lynn, and her husband Dennis
Smith (an avid rider since 1967 - having learned to ride many years before on
his cousins maroon Cushman Eagle) were talking about starting a motorcycle club
when she came up with the idea of reviving her fathers old club in his name. To
her husband this was the greatest idea ever. Dennis was just as old school then
as he is now.
Dennis then kept his eye
out for prospective members. On one of those perfect riding days that Texas has
to offer, he saw and flagged over a prospect. This was not the first one, but
one with potential. They met on several occasions mostly at the Kountry Kitchen
Coffee shop. Dennis thought Bob Stevens (a fellow biker and amateur tattoo
artist) was one cool dude. Honest and a true friend to the end no matter what.
That was something very hard to find in life, a true brother. After several
conversations the two of them with the support of Dennis’s wife Lynn decided to
restart the Asphalt Aviators, in the name of fallen brother Frank Smith. If
anyone wishes to pay their respects he is buried in the Brownwood at Green Leaf
Cemetery. Long may he ride!
First things first, to
reactivate the Asphalt Aviators Dennis and Bob decided they should be true blood
brothers. So in the Kountry Kitchen in the second booth on the right with Bob
facing north and Dennis facing south - they each cut their left wrist and held
them together swearing allegiance to each other with honor and honesty forever.
They swore that no matter what was to come they will always wear the Asphalt
Aviators colors, that their membership was dues free and for life. That it could
not be taken away for any reason was their first binding and unchangeable law.
Now they needed a set of
colors. Not knowing what the original colors looked like, they put their heads
together with Lynn. They searched for the original U.S. Army Air Core
insignia. Then with his artistic tattoo mind, Bob he came up with the center.
At that time not wanting to offend any other clubs claming territory they chose
to list as nomads.
Dennis was a part time
photographer at the time and he explained to Bob how to copyright the patch.
Bob found an embroider who made up the first two sets of colors, which they both
wore very proudly every time they rode.
Everyone in the small
town of Brownwood Texas who rode a Harley Davidson wanted to ride with the
Asphalt Aviators Motor Cycle Club. It started to grow. Meetings were held in
living rooms and garages. Dennis did not want to be president but preferred to
be road captain to plan all their trips. Bob became the president. On their
first real run, which started at Dennis’ house, things quickly turned to shit
for him. As he and Bob led the group of roaring Harley Davidson’s he blew a hole
in his rear piston on his ridged shovel and had to let the group go on while he
crippled home. Man that must have sucked but later Dennis was told by someone in
the Brownwood Police Department that it sounded like a bombing raid of a
squadron of B-17’s.
Later they were able to
locate an abandoned, rundown building to create the Asphalt Aviators MC Club
house. The front porch was a disaster but Al Moore (a friend of Dennis’)
furnished the materials and labor to rebuild it. Curtis Butler, the greatest
sign painter in central Texas (everything from billboards to airplanes), painted
a sign for the club to mount on the front of the building. Tiny donated a cast
iron wood burning stove and the bricks to go under it. The pool table was also
donated by a new member. So club members and friends got it off to a great
start.
Dennis had pitched in a
coin operated soft drink machine that they stocked with beer. It really
contributed to the income of the club. The original bathroom was a funnel and a
hose on the back porch. You’ve got to start somewhere. It was some time ago, but
thanks to Dennis, Lyn and Bob the Asphalt Aviators rode again. Dennis (Capt. D)
and his present wife Elizabeth, worked together to keep the Asphalt Aviators
surviving. By the way she has her own Harley that she is learning to do her own
wrenching on.