Hell's Angel: The Life and Times of Sonny Barger and the Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club

Hell's Angel: The Life and Times of Sonny Barger and the Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club

Sonny Barger, Keith Zimmerman, Kent Zimmerman

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0060937548

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The only authorized, authentic book about the Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club by founding member, Sonny Barger—featuring a brand new introduction

Narrated by the visionary founding member, Hell's Angel provides a fascinating all-access pass to the secret world of the notorious Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club. Sonny Barger recounts the birth of the original Oakland Hell's Angels and the four turbulent decades that followed. Hell's Angel also chronicles the way the HAMC revolutionized the look of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle and built what has become a worldwide bike-riding fraternity, a beacon for freedom-seekers the world over.

Dozens of photos, including many from private collections and from noted photographers, provide visual documentation to this extraordinary tale. Never simply a story about motorcycles, colorful characters, and high-speed thrills, Hell's Angel is the ultimate outlaw's tale of loyalty and betrayal, subcultures and brotherhood, and the real price of freedom.

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statement. It all started out as a free belt. After that it seems the fuse was lit. The Oakland Tribune published pictures of the Snake Pit when J. J. Thomas and his gang of Oakland cops raided us. One picture showed the cops holding up a big Nazi flag, which we had hung on the clubhouse wall to piss people off. To this day, the feds regularly raid our clubhouse, usually bringing a group of reporters and a television camera crew in order to make the nightly news more exciting. Raids became more

around and carrying signs. At first, the crowd cheered us. They thought we were there to support them. I felt a rage come over me. I was a vet and I loved my country. I was also pissed at the government that wasn’t going to let us win this stupid war. All of the chanting, signs, and speeches weren’t going to do shit for the troops overseas. What good was this gathering? Something inside me snapped, and I responded the only way I knew how, violently. I grabbed a few college kids at random and

probably felt let down, feeling that it should have been him. Cassady went down to Mexico and probably killed himself in a fit of depression. After a while we had a really good party going. Everybody was mixing real good. The hippie chicks were fine and we all got it on fine. Babs became an instant friend and remained so for a long time. The groovy Mountain Girl was there too. A bunch of Hell’s Angels went along with me to Kesey’s famous Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. After all, acid was

Hell’s Angel. I did feel it was lucky more people—including the Stones—hadn’t been shot dead by this guy, Meredith Hunter. I felt as though the Hell’s Angels had done their job. The press said that Hunter experienced “shock and hemorrhage due to multiple wounds in the back, a wound in the left side of the forehead and right side of the neck.” Even if he had been on the doorstep of a hospital or a doctor’s office, after all of that he still would have died. The Hell’s Angels stayed at the site

coats and ties about RICO. I warned them that the government is never above spreading lies about their targets. “The government gave us a new lease on life by charging us. They united us and they looked like fools trying to invent all sorts of conspiracies. Their lies just didn’t work.” Although we beat the case, RICO took its toll on the Hell’s Angels MC. During the trial, we lost over fifty members in California alone. Members who didn’t understand the federal statutes became intimidated,

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