
A Hell’s Angel
Actually, THE Hell’s Angel—Sonny Barger, now 71, and now a spiritual leader.
Susan Carpenter wrote about him in the LA Times.
Sonny has (natch) a book out called Let’s Ride.
He is sort of ticked that the government can tax him, but he can’t vote or own a gun because he is a felon. Yeah, the govt is like that. (Sonny spent 13 years in max security prisons.)
There are enough skeevy little jailbirds in Arizona to hold me for some time, but I decided to write about this guy anyway.
Sonny works out and drinks protein smoothies.
He no longer rides a Harley, now it’s a Victory Vision.
He credits luck for his long life, saying you can be sitting at a light and be taken out by a truck—it’s all luck.
Also—he says—don’t ride while angry, drunk, or on drugs. Don’t ride a black bike—hard to see.
He wears a full-face helmet and no one dares comment. (AZ does not require helmets.)
He needs the wind protection—his vocal cords were removed due cancer of the larynx (3packs a day).
The Angels still travel fast, often above the limit, and clump together.
They don’t follow—they lead, zipping around slow-moving cars to get out front.
They are just that way.
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