I just saw Bradley, yesterday. He wanted to try on my Belstaff tourist trophy jacket (purchased from Britishmotorcyclegear.com, not the flimsy stuff they overcharge you at J. Crew.) Anyway, he looked damn spiffy.
The hard core, the outlaw elite, were the Hell’s Angels… wearing the winged death’s-head on the back of their sleeveless jackets and packing their ‘mamas’ behind them on big ‘chopped hogs.’ They rode with a fine unwashed arrogance, secure in their reputation as the rottenest motorcycle gang in the whole history of Christendom. –Hunter S. Thompson – Hell’s Angels 1966