The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs of California
PENGUIN BOOKS 2801
1ST PRINTING 1967
LONDON, UK
COVER PHOTO BY CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY
They shoot the hillcrest like a burst of dirty thunder, shoulder-length hair streaming from Cro-magnon faces, swastikas jangling, filthy death's-head-emblazoned denims cracking in the wind-the Hell's Angels are out on a run, and America's West Coast cowers in loathing...
Gang rape, pillage, murder...recent press reports of the Angels read like a plot-synopsis of a thriller-writer's worst dreams. Hunter Thompson found the reality different-but still disturbing. Here, with Rabelasian gusto, he tells of his experiences with Little Jesus, Charger Charlie the Child Molester, Big Frank ('You don't really jerk the eyeball, you just sorta spring it so it pops outa the socket') and a host of others. This is the inner truth of a phenomenon which relegates our Rockers to the nursery.
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