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Gulfport Blowout 1999

Gulfport Dragway, Gulfport, Mississippi, United States
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Posted: October 22, 1999
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A Sweet and Generous Soul She came upon us like something out of a dream, as a vision of pristine innocence, incongruously combined with erotic beauty that made her look like some sort of horny angel. The paradox of her visage versus her erotic appeal was literally mind-blowing. In other words, she was the ultimate woodie. It was 1999, and I was at the Gulfport Blowout, which was the last of the really "good" Blowouts. I should probably qualify this last remark by explaining what I mean about 1999 being perhaps the final really "good" Blowout... Essentially, a "good" Blowout was an affair that featured a genuinely wanton display of female sexuality vis-a-vis the visual aspect, and conducted in a manner that was totally unlike any norm to be found elsewhere in the world except, perhaps, for certain other biker parties. Unlike the snoozing "natural" babes of some nude beach in jaded old Europe, the women of the Blowout thrilled us with lewd displays that were at once unforgiveable and divine. The sum total effect was similar to being hit by a tanker truck full of liquid estrogen, and the more nerdy one was the better one was treated. It was absolutely remarkable: the women ruled by sheer force of sexuality, and yet with wisdom and mercy. I think that they actually felt sorry we clone-like males and finally decided to let us have what we all needed so badly: a bunch of naked girls to drink beer with. The era of the really "good" Blowouts was from about 1988 through 1999. The Y2K Blowout was a crashing bore, much more of an oppressive cop party than a biker event. It was a helicopter haircut. It was Gestapoville. Nowadays the Blowout is just a tired flasher party, like Mardi Gras, which is okay I guess-- but still desperately lame when compared to the extraordinarily wanton atmosphere of the Blowouts of yore. Since Y2K, even the girlie contests at the Blowout are considerably less intense than in the good old days, when you had to park your bike at least 1000 feet from the stage to keep it from melting down into a lump of cast iron and dross. At any rate, I was standing around with a group of guys, and we were all more or less admiring a custom Harley that somebody or another had built and brought to the Blowout. Suddenly somebody dug an elbow into my rib cage, but I wasn't upset. He had only done this to alert me to the fact that a very pretty young woman had just rounded the corner of the campground road and was making an unmistakable beeline for the little group of which I was a member. This girl came up to us and placed her hands on her hips. She looked at each of us in turn, as if appraisingly, and then said, "I'll bet I know what you'd like to see!" And that was it. After this declaration of hers, she simply began to strip out of her clothes saying not another word. First went the top, and then she sat down on the custom Harley and took off the cute little cowboy boots she was wearing. After that she tugged off her pants and did the motorcycle magazine centerfold thing of spreading herself out on that custom scooter we had been admiring. She posed for us the whole time in silence, which somehow made the erotic effect of her performance about ten thousand times more intense. As a unit, we all shamelessly begged for a peek at her poon, and by golly, she let us have it! The last picture of her, taken of her as she was trying on various garments at a leather vendor's tent. I have no idea what she was laughing at, but I like the expression on her face in this photo, for it reveals her natural bon mot and sense of humor. I ran into her on a main roadway about an hour after that. She had her top back on, and I wasn't about to ask her for more skin photos after the sort of generousity she had shown all day. Somehow or another, I caught her eye. She raised a brow, indicating to me that she was curious as to what I might wish to say, as I guess it was obvious that I wanted to say something. But since I didn't have my camera ready, she instinctively knew that I wasn't after another shot. Her head cocked inquisitively and I said, "I love you". She laughed, without derision, then looked serious for a moment. Her eyes searched my face, and then smiled and said in a very gentle tone of voice, "I know". What a sweet and generous soul! What to wear/ Where to stay/ Who not to mess with by Arko Dog OTHER LODGING: There are numerous motels and such in the area of Gulfport because of the casinos in Gulfport and Biloxi. These include the Crystal Inn and a Days Inn, both right on Canal Street and just a couple of miles from the dragway, but if you wish to stay in any of them you should book a room no later than February 15, as my experience is that every room in Gulfport, Biloxi and Waveland is booked right around March. Some people like to do the Blowout and to also take advantage of the casinos-- or to let the casinos take advantage of them, as the case may be. At any rate, if you leave the Blowout and head into town, try to look like you have some money for them to fleece you of, as vagrants and the like are even less welcome in Gulfport than they are in Las Vegas, which is notorious for its brutality towards the down-and-out. DESCRIPTION OF EVENT : This is a series of All-Harley drag races, and amateurs may "run what you brung", but the real glory is in the professional top fuel races. Ostensibly the main event of this event, the drag racing is actually rather tame fun compared to walking around and observing the fans, many of whom are sweeties in various stages of dress and undress. There are two girl contests, one featuring wet t-shirts and the other featuring bikinis, but neither garment stays on the contestants long enough to really account for naming a given contest after them. Many of the women in the audience will be viewing this contest sans tops and all the women are more than happy to pose for photographers. Never mind the contests anyway, as the women are all over the place doing their publically nude thing for the entire three days anyway. At this event, the fun continues quite literally all all day and all night until it is over. Do not come if you dislike the idea of hearing Harley motors revving all night long, interspersed with maniacal laughter, delighted shrieks and very loud beer farts. OTHER CONSIDERATIONS: The weather in Mississippi is typically hotter than hell at the end of May; be prepared to deal with it, and bring plenty of sun screen. Also be advised that in the last ten years, only one Blowout has taken place during which it didn't rain at least once, so be prepared to deal with that also. Incidentally, this writer will attest that he has seen that even if it rains HARD during the time in which our fabled party is in progress, this in no way affects the party save to make it even wilder as everyone tries to ignore the environmental stress. There is no such thing as a rained-out Blowout, or a raincheck for the Blowout. Come hell or high water, this party will ROCK! The ambience is purely biker, so bring your black t-shirts and those teeny halter tops you can barely squeeze into. The topless and nekkid chicks are there in abundance, with no pretension that they are there to do anything other than give you a stiffy. Our general comportment is not "hippie", "libertine", "neopaganistic" or "nudist" at all, so all granola eaters, feminists and sensible people beware: this is biker hedonism at its rawest and nobody wants anything to do with the idea that public female nudity is "natural", "normal", a "right" or anything other than PROVOCATIVELY SEXY. Feminists who want to do anything other than be openly, droolingly admired by a bunch of chauvanistic pigs need not apply-- leave all political credos and other notions more abstract than rutting at home! Photographers are not only welcome, but they are pandered to, but mind your manners insofar as your speech and deeds are concerned-- this event is attended by about 15,000 of the hairiest, most heavily tattooed and ominous-looking group of men since the Hordes of Genghis Khan, so mind your manners. For the timid of heart, be advised that the police are not in force at this event, being content mainly to stay at the main gate and keep us from spilling out into the real world. Security, as such, is provided by members of various motorcycle clubs, or "bike gangs" if you will, who are far more unpleasant and tricky to deal with than are the police or lawsuit-conscious barroom bouncers. Use common sense in your dealings with all other persons; the Golden Rule is a good one to remember here.

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Gulfport, Mississippi, USA - Mostly breast flashing. Occasionally something much more wicked.

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Arko Dog - Gulfport Blowout 1999 - 95 images
Posted on: October 22, 1999
Event: All Harley Memorial Day Blowout - Gulfport
Event Type: Biker Rally/Party
Event Dates: Shoot Dates: May 28, 1999 to May 31, 1999
Location: Gulfport, Mississippi, United States
Location Name: Gulfport Dragway
Type: Racetrack
Gallery Category: Topless Beach - Nudism - Carnival - Creative
Gallery Rating: Topfreedom - Partial Nudity - Nudity / Topfreedom - Nudity - Explicit Nudity
Keywords: undressing

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