I'll second that ...
*”It was over a girl, wasn’t it? Any bets?”*
Why would there be a bet? It did involve a girl, a girl that was just walking down the street, and that none of us knew.
The Bandido walked over to my work next door to borrow my car to go to the Bandido house for a gun, when I asked him why, he said that he had to kill a cowboy in our tiny complex.
It seems that the Bandido had said something to a passing young girl and the cowboy had called him out on it, according to my roommate the cowboy had been banging on my front door to fight, so the Bandido waited until he left and then was going to the main gang house a half mile away to get a gun, well I knew that meant a gun and more Bandidos, and a good man in a lot of hurt.
I told him no, told him that I agreed with the cowboy, I then went and talked to the cowboy, and that night I told the Bandidio to get out, that he was the worst of all worlds to a Texan, too cowardly to answer my door and take his whipping from the real man sticking up for the girl, yet willing to kill as part of his gang.
I don’t know where you guys get your hero worship of the Hell’s Angels and Bandidos, but they are criminal gangs, not bikers.