The Harley was a bit too exciting

I woke one morning when I was about 36 years old and decided I wanted to be an outlaw biker instead of a hard-working, productive member of society. A few days before, I had finished a book about the Hell’s Angels outlaws in Oakland, California. One of the photos in the book showed an Angel on […]

I woke one morning when I was about 36 years old and decided I wanted to be an outlaw biker instead of a hard-working, productive member of society.

A few days before, I had finished a book about the Hell’s Angels outlaws in Oakland, California. One of the photos in the book showed an Angel on a black Harley Davidson. It wasn’t long before I bought a nearly identical one.