Hunter S. Thomson’s ride through the valley is the newest addition to my reading list. Here’s something from the opening (all punctuation by the author):
“The Menace is loose again, the Hell’s Angels, the hundred carat headline, running fast and loud on the early morning freeway, low in the saddle, nobody smiles, jamming crazy through traffic and ninety miles an hour down the center stripe, missing by inches… like Genghis Khan on an iron horse, a monster steed with a fiery anus, flat out through the eye of a beer can and up your daughter’s leg with no quarter asked and none given; show the squares some class, give em a whiff of those kicks they’ll never know… ah, these righteous dudes they love to screw it on,(…) at least a hundred tense for the action, long hair in the wind, beards and bandannas flapping, earrings, armpits, chain whips, swastikas, and stripped down Harleys flashing chrome as traffic on 101 moves over, nervous to let the formation pass like a burst of dirty thunder…
They call themselves the Hell’s Angels.
They ride, rape and raid like marauding cavalry
-and they boast than no police force
can break up their criminal Fraternity”
