The Nation: Hell's Angels 4, Breed 1

There's truthfulness in our life. We're all tied by a bond of friendship. A friend is the most important thing in life. We're wealthy and we don't have a dime. Just friendship.

THAT Salvation Army-style sentiment is the unlikely canon of a muscular, bearded band of "hog" riders known as Hell's Angels. A hog, of course, is a motorcycle, and the Angels have long been first among riders of the open road. Born in California in the late 1940s, the black-clad, swastikaed Angels and their roaring bikes became the terrors of Highway 101. Guzzling...

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