Motorcycle Hooligans Ping!..................
My late Aunt narrowly avoided jury duty for his trial (in the 70’s I believe).
I blew up a u haul truck outside Blythe a hells angel group on bikes picked me up no one else stopped took me back to Blythe this was before cell phones
somebody said he was in the Altamont Stones video but I cant figure out which one. Supposedly the dude staring down Mick but it doesnt look like him
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqK-J9S2GXs
“but beat murder and racketeering charges”
So far, anyway.
That’s gonna be one heckofa funeral procession.
Are they still around? As a kid in ‘70s California, the Hells Angels loomed large in my imagination. You’d see them on 101 north of San Francisco. You’d see them on the freeway to Santa Cruz. You’d see them on 880 in Oakland. They’d roar past you in groups measuring in the dozens. Their Harleys were loud, and they looked sinister. It was as if a cell block’s worth of San Quentin inmates were on the freeway next to your car, only they weren’t locked up.
I read Hunter Thompson’s “Hell’s Angels” when I was 15. It was a real eye-opener for a youngster from a small town. Thompson was noted for his gonzo lifestyle but the guy could be a very eloquent writer when the mood struck him. Recommended if you haven’t read it. Notable is Thompson’s description of a Hell’s Angel without his bike as being a sad sight, just another small time loser..
Thats going to be one hell of a funeral
Motorcycle gangs don’t bother me since I don’t go to bars with pool tables, but man-o-man, those freaking Sunday driving bikers that come by the hundred past the church during services.... If I go off, it’ll be on them.
He lived in my unincorporated town. Residents take pride in its notorious reputation that frightens some but is attractive to Individualists and patriots.
No doubt our biker bar, The Roadrunner, will host some sort of shebang.
I always thought the Hell’s Angels started out as returning WWII vets who were bored with life after the war.
He had a brief affair with the bat guano crazy “Singing Nun”, which only lasted a couple of weeks because she was ban guano crazy. Her “very colorful” antics lasted through being perhaps the original “leather nun” dominatrix in San Francisco, etc., ad nauseum, before finally expiring as a morbidly obese woman with her equally obese lesbian lover, both confirmed alcoholics of Belgian cherry beer.
I think it was Mr. Barger who coined a phrase I always thought seemed pretty fair (regardless whatever failings he supposedly had, etc)
“Treat me good, I’ll treat you better. Treat me bad, I’ll treat you worse.”
Not much for motorcycle thug groups. Good riddance.
I’d have more respect for them if they served their nation by paying a visit to antifa and other assorted communists.
His wife Zorana? What became of Sharon?
I don’t believe Ralph was one of the founding members. He was around for a very long time but I don’t think he was there at the beginning. I could be wrong. He was ten years older than me.