Big John, first at the rendezvous somewhere southeast of Los Angeles, sits patiently in the captain's chair of his motor home, parked on a promontory overlooking a panorama of backcountry hills green as spring in the afternoon sun. A full silver beard spreads over his chest, almost obscuring the picture of a Thompson submachine gun on his red T shirt. THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN FREEDOM MACHINE, reads the legend. A bird-skinning knife is holstered parallel to his belt. Big John is an original road warrior, a man whose history stretches back to the beginning of time as bikers measure it: 20...
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