I met the Hell's Angels when I was 10 years old.

When I was ten, I was riding along a creek and heard a loud sound of motorcycles. A guy across the creek said he’d give me a buck if I rode my bike across. Found out they were the Hell’s angels, and he was trying to figure out whether their engines would die if they rode through. Anyway, he was nice and paid me.  A week later they were in the paper with hand raised symbols of disenchantment... If you get my meaning.