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Ornery RoughRiderz 

The Ornery RoughRiderz are a rowdy, grease-soaked crew of misfits born from the chaos of the minibike culture and the spirit of doing things the hard, loud, and questionable way.

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They ain’t racers in the traditional sense — they’re pull-start warriors, backwoods engineers, throttle junkies, and professional bad decision-makers. Each RoughRider brings their own flavor of mayhem: from smoke-choked starts and sketchy builds to full-send riding and zero regard for dignity.

What ties them together?
👉 A love for minibikes
👉 A refusal to quit (even when they probably should)
👉 And a shared talent for turning simple fun into full-blown chaos

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The Ornery RoughRiderz live at the heart of the Ornery Pull Start Competition & Mini Bike Ruckus, showing up at rallies ready to raise hell, make noise, and leave a trail of dust, laughter, and stories people probably shouldn’t repeat.

Now they’ve been immortalized as a 12-character collectible series, each with their own trading card, stats, and backstory — because legends like these deserve more than just a good story… they deserve to be collected.

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Collect all 12… if you can keep up.

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meet each one character:

Full Name: Peter “Pull-Start” Picker Age: Somewhere between 55 and 75 (no one’s completely sure) Occupation: Backyard mechanic, small-engine whisperer, part-time chaos generator Known For: Starting anything with an engine using a pull cord—even things that shouldn’t have one. Appearance • Long, scraggly beard that permanently smells like gasoline and campfire smoke. • Wears an oversized trucker cap that hides eyes squinted from decades of engine fumes. • Always in a grease-stained tank top and old riding gloves with the fingers cut off. • Rides a ridiculously small minibike that rattles like a toolbox in a dryer. • Usually seen yanking a starter cord attached to something questionable. Personality • Stubbornly inventive: If it has moving parts, Pete believes it can be pull-started. • Fearless in a reckless way: Safety manuals are, in his words, “suggestions written by cowards.” • Surprisingly kind: Will fix a neighbor’s mower for free—then modify it so it does wheelies. • Laughs like a two-stroke engine: loud, smoky, and slightly alarming. Backstory Pete grew up in a little hill town outside of Boxley, Arkansas where broken machines outnumbered working ones. His father ran a scrap yard, and Pete spent his childhood pulling apart lawnmowers, chainsaws, and old motorcycles just to see what made them tick. At age 12, he discovered the magic of the recoil starter. The idea that you could yank a cord and bring a dead machine to life fascinated him. Soon he was attaching pull cords to everything: • minibikes • generators • shopping carts with weed-trimmer motors • an unfortunate washing machine By his twenties, Pete had become a local legend. If an engine refused to start, people said: “Call Pete. He’ll pull the soul back into it.” But Pete’s biggest creation was the micro-bike he rides in the illustration—a ridiculous Frankenstein machine built from: • a chainsaw engine • a minibike frame • scooter wheels • and a pull-starter mounted on the handlebars He calls it “The Resurrection.” Signature Move Pete’s trademark move is the rolling pull-start: 1. He coasts downhill. 2. Stands up on the pegs. 3. Yanks the starter rope like he’s trying to start a lawnmower possessed by demons. 4. The engine explodes to life in a cloud of smoke. It works… about 60% of the time. Reputation Among mechanics and backyard engineers, Pete is both admired and feared. People say: • “If Pete fixed it, it’ll run forever… or explode gloriously.” • “He can start anything.” • “Just don’t ask what he did to make it work.” Fun Facts • Claims he once pull-started a jet ski on dry land. • Keeps a crate of spare starter cords because he snaps them constantly. • Drinks cheap beer while tuning carburetors “by ear.” • Insists electric vehicles are “just engines waiting for a rope.”

Peter “Pull-Start” Picker

Ornery RoughRiderz Chapter:

ARKANSAS

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Real Name: Siphon Hose Clopps Family: Nephew of Peter "Pull-Start" Pickle aka The Jerk Occupation: Illegal minibike racer, scrap mechanic, occasional courier Age: Unknown (looks 40… acts 14) Height: 5’5” Build: Stringy, twitchy, all nerves and elbows Trademark: One bloodshot eye always bulging out, crooked teeth, and a battered backwards cap Appearance He looks like he was assembled from leftover parts behind a gas station. His face is a chaotic mess—crooked nose, jagged teeth, stubble like steel wool, and a permanently bugged-out eye that twitches when engines rev. He’s almost always hunched over his tiny but overpowered minibike, gripping the handlebars like the world might steal them if he loosens his grip. Grease stains, road rash, and cigarette burns decorate his clothes like trophies. Personality • Hyperactive: Runs on caffeine, adrenaline, and bad decisions. • Fearless (or clueless): Will race anything with wheels. • Loud-mouthed: Talks trash even when losing. • Oddly loyal: Once you’re a friend, he’ll ride through fire for you. Si laughs at danger. Not because he’s brave—because he genuinely thinks brakes are optional. Backstory Si grew up behind a junkyard on the outskirts of a rundown industrial town called Pine Bluff. His dad was a mechanic who disappeared after betting their truck in a drag race. His mom ran a roadside diner until the highway bypass killed the business. At age 11, Si built his first minibike out of: • a lawnmower engine • two mismatched wheels • and a shopping cart frame It exploded on the first ride. He loved it. By 16, Si was racing in underground alley circuits—tiny bikes screaming through backstreets, storm drains, and abandoned parking garages. The smaller the bike, the crazier the riders. Si earned the nickname “Skidmark” after attempting a turn so sharp it left a 30-foot rubber streak… and launched him through a taco stand. Instead of quitting, he improved the bike. Now his ride is a monstrous little machine: • tuned engine far too big for the frame • exhaust that spits flames • brakes that technically exist Reputation in the Underground Among minibike racers, Skidmark Si is a legendary menace. People say: • He once outran three cops and a bulldog. • He can rebuild a carburetor using a fork and duct tape. • His bike is faster than vehicles twice its size. But the real reason people remember him? He rides like gravity owes him money. Skills ⚙️ Improvised mechanic – can build engines from scrap 🏍️ Insane reflexes – rides through tight alleys at full throttle 🧠 Street survivor – knows every shortcut in the city 💥 Crash-resistant – has been thrown off more bikes than most people have ridden Current Goal Skidmark Si wants to win The Rust Run—a notorious midnight minibike race through factories, rooftops, and drainage tunnels. Prize money: $20,000. But Si doesn’t care about the money. He just wants to prove his ridiculous little bike is the fastest junk on Earth.

Siphon Hose Clopps

Ornery RoughRiderz Chapter:

ARKANSAS

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Name: Halitosis Hank (a.k.a. “The Breath That Killed the Crowd”) Occupation: Part-time motorcycle revving enthusiast, full-time breath-based public safety hazard. Hometown: A trailer two turns past the county dump and directly downwind from a bait shop. Background / Profile Halitosis Hank was born during a county fair chili cook-off where his mother went into labor after eating 17 bowls of “Satan’s Armpit Chili.” Doctors say the fumes in the delivery room permanently altered Hank’s biology. From that day on, his breath became less of a smell and more of a regional weather event. As a kid, Hank discovered two important things: 1. Motorcycles make loud noises. 2. His breath could make people faint faster than the motorcycle noise. Naturally, he combined the two. Now Hank travels from backyard races, demolition derbies, and suspiciously legal county festivals, grabbing a microphone and screaming announcements to the crowd. Unfortunately, the microphone mostly acts as a breath amplifier, turning every word into a toxic airburst. Witnesses describe the experience like this: “It smelled like a raccoon died inside a boot full of onions… then that boot got microwaved.” Crowds don’t know whether to cheer or evacuate in a panic, which Hank interprets as overwhelming support. Known Skills • Breath Radius: 12 feet (18 feet if he’s eaten gas station egg salad) • Motorcycle Starting Method: Yelling at it until it gets scared and starts • Diet: Beef jerky, pickled eggs, burnt coffee, and something labeled “mystery jerky.” • Dental Plan: “Brush once a year whether I need it or not.” Greatest Achievements • Accidentally cleared a 400-person crowd in 9 seconds when he burped into a PA system. • Won “Loudest Man in Three Counties” two years in a row. • His breath once killed a mosquito mid-flight. Personal Motto “If the engine don’t scare ‘em… my breath damn sure will.”

Halitosis Hank

Ornery RoughRiderz Chapter:

ARKANSAS

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Gasoline “Full Throttle” Jolene Background / Profile: Gasoline “Full Throttle” Jolene is the unofficial, untrained, and highly questionable checkered-flag girl at the dusty little racetrack just outside town where the smell of burnt rubber, beer, and poor life choices hangs in the air like a proud tradition. Nobody actually remembers hiring her. One day she just showed up in boots, short shorts, and enough attitude to stall a V8, grabbed the checkered flag, and started waving it like she was directing traffic in the world’s drunkest airport runway. And somehow… nobody stopped her. She grew up in a trailer park right next to the racetrack fence. As a kid she thought the engines were thunderstorms that smelled like gasoline, and by age 12 she could identify a small-block Chevy purely by the emotional vibration in her ribcage. Now she spends race day doing the following: • Waving the checkered flag for dramatic effect • Blowing kisses at drivers doing 120 mph • Accidentally signaling the end of races whenever she gets bored • Starting chants in the crowd like “SEND IT OR PARK IT!” The race officials have tried to fire her four separate times, but every time they do the crowd riots and chants: “BRING BACK GASOLINE JOLENE!” Drivers have mixed opinions. Some say she’s distracting. Others say she’s the only reason they show up. One rookie driver once admitted he drove straight into a tire barrier because Trixie winked at him and yelled: “YOU GOT THIS, SUGAR!” He did not, in fact, have this. Special Skills: • Can high-kick while holding a checkered flag • Drinks gas-station energy drinks like they’re water • Once started a race by accident because she got excited • Has been banned from three victory lane celebrations for reasons nobody will elaborate on Catchphrase: “IF YOU AIN’T SIDEWAYS, YOU AIN’T TRYIN’!”

Gasoline Jolene

Ornery RoughRiderz Chapter:

TENNESSEE

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Hometown: Possum Trot, Texas Occupation: Part-time drywall puncher, full-time bad decision engineer Known For: Riding a tricycle powered by a beer keg and pure stupidity Kyle the Kegger was born behind a Buc-ee’s somewhere outside Possum Trot, Texas during a thunderstorm and a Monster Truck rally. Doctors say he came out of the womb already yelling “HELL YEAH BROTHER” and trying to kickflip a hospital tray. By the age of 6, Kyle had already: • Drank his first warm root beer straight from a keg (he thought it was regular beer and didn’t want to look weak). • Built his first motorized tricycle using a lawnmower engine and a weed eater throttle. • Been banned from three church potlucks for attempting to deep-fry a folding chair. Kyle’s big break came when he invented what locals now call “The Kegger Cycle.” It’s a tricycle with: • a beer keg mounted to the front • no brakes • questionable welding • and an exhaust pipe that sounds like a chainsaw fighting a raccoon The idea was simple: Drink the keg → the keg gets lighter → the bike goes faster. Kyle calls this “Texas Physics.” Personality Traits Kyle is the kind of guy who: • Calls everyone “Chief” even if he just met them. • Thinks safety goggles are for communists and dentists. • Once tried to lasso a tornado because “it looked lonely.” His hobbies include: • backyard stunt riding • competitive yelling • grilling meat that should legally still be considered wildlife The Incident That Made Him Famous One Fourth of July, Kyle duct-taped six Roman candles to the keg bike and attempted to jump a kiddie pool full of queso. Instead he: • missed the ramp • blasted through a folding table • scared a horse • and accidentally started the Possum Trot Lawn Chair Stampede of 2018. To this day, locals say you can still hear the faint echo of Kyle screaming: “HOLD MY BEER—OH WAIT IT’S THE ENGINE!” Current Status Kyle still rides his keg-powered tricycle around Texas county fairs, leaving behind: • a trail of smoke • confused livestock • and at least two unpaid barbecue tabs. His life motto? “If it ain’t loud, dangerous, or fermented… I ain’t interested.”

Kyle Keggers

Ornery RoughRiderz Chapter:

TEXAS

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