Hells Angels: A Strange And Terrible Saga Video
Hunter S Thompson's Hell's Angels Hells Angels: A Strange And Terrible Saga
A minor disagreement suddenly became very serious….
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I got in my car and sped off, spitting blood on the dashboard and weaving erratically across both lanes of the midnight highway until my one good eye finally came into focus…. I was tired, swollen, and whipped.
My face looked like it had been jammed into the spokes of a speeding Harley, and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib. It was really the only ending possible to the book. Sooner or later, it was inevitable that he would get beat to a pulp in the parking lot of a bar. Coast to coast, the newspapers and TV were filled with tales of the Ad of a rampaging army of motorcycle terrorists.
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It was as if we had the modern media in the age of Genghis Khan providing vivid descriptions of the Mongol Hordes descending upon idyllic villages in bucolic settings. This horde rose motorcycles, though, and not just any old motorcycles: Souped-up Harley Davidsons; really big motorcycles; really loud motorcycles. Imagine a group of those motorcycles with drivers in leather and nasty snarls tearing down the highway on their way to your town. That is some seriously gripping news right there. Guaranteed to sell a paper or some commercial air time. A couple hundred, maybe, split up over clubs in different cities scattered across California.
Marketing genius right there. Hunter Thompson bought a motorcycle and spent some time riding with and hanging out with the Angels. What does he find? An attack on one Angel was an attack on all Angels, so if you ever got into a fight with one, the whole gang would pile on. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Like I said, these are not the sort of people you want to invite over to your backyard barbecue. But, were they a national menace? That fact was particularly fascinating to me—my grandparents moved to Ketchum when I was a kid, so I went there every summer.
A report that the Angles might be coming to town was an event at the local police Hells Angels: A Strange And Terrible Saga. Curiously however, it was not just the local police who paid attention to reports on where the Angels were heading.
When they got there, the roads were filled with…tourists. One convenience store owner hired some thugs of his own to ward off the Angles…so the Angels bought all their beer at a different store. A couple of days of alcohol and drugs down by the lake, and they all headed home. You spend the whole time reading this account, just waiting for the violence to erupt…and it never does. What was going on? They were, in a word, losers. Guys without stable jobs, drifting from one thing to the next.
No real family or friends. And suddenly with the Angels, they had a family. Indeed, one of the things that the Angles loved the best Terrib,e to roll into a place, see the looks of terror on the faces of everyone there and then proceed to…be really nice. Reading this book, you know exactly how that story would end. Bring in the Angels, ply them with lots of beer in a rather crowded environment, and…what could possibly go wrong? Of course the Angels killed a guy. Of course they did. There simply were not enough of them to pose a large scale threat. Then it hits you. The media were not any different in the mids than they are today.]
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