Origin and meaning of the endearing term SteelButt

7/15/14


This first blog should probably contain some reference to the origin of the term "Steelbutt" and of it's evolution into it's current frame of usage within the Platt realm of thinking, and what it actually means to be called a Steelbutt by those who understand it's usage because they are included in the inner circle of association with people whose minds are somewhat out of sync with normal society and also have a tendency to write unending run on sentences.

Many years ago, too many to specify exactly, Elaine and I went for a ride up to the Uinta National Forest, The highest mountain range in Utah. Some peaks top 13,000 feet. We headed south out of Bountiful, east up I-80 to  Parley's canyon, through Park City, through Kamas and into the Uinta National Forest. The elevation is about a 10,000 feet. In mid summer in the high Uinta's it's possible to have freezing weather with ice forming around the shores of the lakes.
The drive is spectacular through heavy forest. Around every turn there is a different beautiful trout filled lake or stream. As we stopped to view Mirror Lake, 25 motorcyclist passed us riding fantastic looking, beautiful Harley Davidson Motorcycles. We continued making our way down the Mirror Lake Highway heading towards Wyoming, as we neared the Bear River Lodge we  decided we would stop for lunch.

To our delight all the Harley Davidson motorcycles were parked outside. The lodge  restaurant is one big room with tables set all around, close together. We ordered our meal and waited for it to be served. It was so interesting to listen to the stories all these bikers had to share.  I found myself listening to every story being told ....completely ignoring Elaine...She said, "You'd love to just go join them and share some your adventures wouldn't you?"  I tried to focus on Elaine but I couldn't stop myself from paying rapt attention to the tales of their wild rides, experiences, and adventures.
The one story that Elaine and I remember in detail was about one of the riders friend, who rode his Harley from California to New Jersey in three days. They all were so impressed with his riding endurance and just how sore their Butts would have been if they'd have tried it.  One biker spoke up and said, "That guy has a butt of steel, and his nickname is actually "SteelButt". I laughed so loud it embarrassed Elaine. I truly forgot I wasn't part of the group and was just eves dropping on their conversations. I would have loved to have spent all afternoon listening to them. It was a lunch to remember.

To this day whenever Elaine see me listening in on some one's conversation she'll say something to the effect, " Are you doing the "Steelbutt" thing again?" In essence if your listening in on some ones private conversation you're a "Steelbutt"................Actually I love being a Steelbutt!!!!

As I write other blogs, suffice it to say some information was gained by overheard conversations!!!