Chapter 1 Snake Fuckin’ shit, the traffic is heavy as the boys and I haul ass down the California freeway. Indio, the club’s Treasurer, is riding behind me, and Azul, the Trail-Gunner, is bringing up the rear in the blue ‘64 Cadillac. The bass from the music vibrates and rattles the freeway along with the bikes, forcing the other drivers to drift to the right. I hit the gas and pass them by. All these years, I shouldn’t love this shit as much as I do, but it’s in my blood. My