Gangs

“…The menace is loose again, the Hell’s Angels, the hundred-carat headline, running fast and loud on the early morning freeway, low in the saddle, nobody smiles, jamming crazy through traffic and ninety miles an hour down the centre stripe, missing by inches…like Genghis Khan on an iron horse, a monster steed with fiery anus, flat out through the eye of a beer can and up your daughter’s leg with no quarter asked and none given; show the squares some class give ‘em a whiff of those kicks they’ll never know…ah, those righteous dudes, they love to screw it on…tense for the action, long hair in the wind, beards and bandanas flapping, earrings, armpits, chain whips, swastikas and stripped down Harleys flashing chrome as traffic on 101 moves over, nervous to let the formation pass like a burst of dirty thunder…”
Hunter S. Thompson – Hell’s Angels

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