What's with all the Hell's Angels retrospectives recently? And why are we so interested in these criminals?

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Grapple: Famous Thamas: What's with all the Hell's Angels retrospectives recently? And why are we so interested in these criminals?

I blame Sons of Anarchy. Oh, and people who live vicarious lifestyles through gangster bikers.

I blame guys over 50

Grapple: Is that two guys kissing in pic #8?

The caption answers your question.

Cool photos, bro!
But, Jesus, I can smell those losers through the gulfs of time and internets

There are some stinky, half assed bikers in my hood who obviously read 'Three Can Keep a Secret if Two are Dead'. They are constantly running around acting like fu*king idiots and starting shiat.

Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

JackieRabbit: Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

Grapple: Is that two guys kissing in pic #8?

Hunter S Thompson said every time he broke out the camera dudes would just start making out. Just to freak everybody out, I guess.

The Real Hell's Angels



God Bless Claire Chennault

I remember one night at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth, Texas, a bunch of Hell's Angels stormed into the place. I was drunker than drunk, so I just started swinging. By the time I was done, the entire San Pedro chapter was dead, and my fists looked like they'd been through a meat grinder. When you kill a biker, you get his woman, his wallet, and his bike. So I rigged the bikes together with some rope so I could pull them along behind me on the lead bike. I put the chicks on the bikes and I rode out to Bakersfield by way of El Paso. Whenever I'd get hungry, I'd pull over and cook one of the girls. It was hell. It was heaven. It was everything in between.

spentmiles: I remember one night at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth, Texas, a bunch of Hell's Angels stormed into the place. I was drunker than drunk, so I just started swinging.

Did you fill the room with uppercuts?

spentmiles: I remember one night at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth, Texas, a bunch of Hell's Angels stormed into the place. I was drunker than drunk, so I just started swinging. By the time I was done, the entire San Pedro chapter was dead, and my fists looked like they'd been through a meat grinder. When you kill a biker, you get his woman, his wallet, and his bike. So I rigged the bikes together with some rope so I could pull them along behind me on the lead bike. I put the chicks on the bikes and I rode out to Bakersfield by way of El Paso. Whenever I'd get hungry, I'd pull over and cook one of the girls. It was hell. It was heaven. It was everything in between.

/CSB

Ackbar_GastricFluid: Grapple: Is that two guys kissing in pic #8?

Hunter S Thompson said every time he broke out the camera dudes would just start making out. Just to freak everybody out, I guess.



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spentmiles: I remember one night at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth, Texas, a bunch of Hell's Angels stormed into the place. I was drunker than drunk, so I just started swinging. By the time I was done, the entire San Pedro chapter was dead, and my fists looked like they'd been through a meat grinder. When you kill a biker, you get his woman, his wallet, and his bike. So I rigged the bikes together with some rope so I could pull them along behind me on the lead bike. I put the chicks on the bikes and I rode out to Bakersfield by way of El Paso. Whenever I'd get hungry, I'd pull over and cook one of the girls. It was hell. It was heaven. It was everything in between.

Are you sure you aren't Harry Freakstorm?

Is it just me, or does just about every woman in this slideshow look like Amy Winehouse?

Ackbar_GastricFluid: Grapple: Is that two guys kissing in pic #8?

Hunter S Thompson said every time he broke out the camera dudes would just start making out. Just to freak everybody out, I guess.

Riiiiight. That's the ticket.

quasimike: Is it just me, or does just about every woman in this slideshow look like Amy Winehouse?

How she currently looks, or how she looked before she pickled herself?

Clemkadidlefark: The Real Hell's Angels

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God Bless Claire Chennault

Man thats a good lookin photo. Always liked the B & C's over the rest

Little Jim slurping beer from a trash bin?

Now who would throw away a perfectly good beer?

JackieRabbit: Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

An old friend of mine, and genuine biker-type, calls them 'store-boughts'. Tis amusing.

The Silver Mullet: JackieRabbit: Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

An old friend of mine, and genuine biker-type, calls them 'store-boughts'. Tis amusing.

Not being snarky, but what is a "genuine biker" nowadays?

tricycleracer: The Silver Mullet: JackieRabbit: Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

An old friend of mine, and genuine biker-type, calls them 'store-boughts'. Tis amusing.

Not being snarky, but what is a "genuine biker" nowadays?

One that sells meth.

spentmiles: I remember one night at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth, Texas, a bunch of Hell's Angels stormed into the place. I was drunker than drunk, so I just started swinging. By the time I was done, the entire San Pedro chapter was dead, and my fists looked like they'd been through a meat grinder. When you kill a biker, you get his woman, his wallet, and his bike. So I rigged the bikes together with some rope so I could pull them along behind me on the lead bike. I put the chicks on the bikes and I rode out to Bakersfield by way of El Paso. Whenever I'd get hungry, I'd pull over and cook one of the girls. It was hell. It was heaven. It was everything in between.

When I first noticed your posts I thought you were a blatant troll. In reality, you are a king of grossly exaggerated prose.

tricycleracer: The Silver Mullet: JackieRabbit: Around here, the biker gangs are affluent businessmen, who stop shaving on Thursday and on Saturday or Sunday tie on a dew-rag, don the leathers and boots, hop on their Harleys and play Johnny Bad Ass for a day. They are really quite ridiculous. But they do often amuse by riding off the side of a mountain.

An old friend of mine, and genuine biker-type, calls them 'store-boughts'. Tis amusing.

Not being snarky, but what is a "genuine biker" nowadays?

One that's not scared to kiss a man square on the mouth.