"Sonny Barger" song .7.22.22..By Girl George. Hail to Sonny Barger..No one Quite Like You ~ Riding on That Iron Horse.. Rebel Through & Through~ Born To Be The Wild One. Ride Against The Wind ~ Born to Be A Leader.. Hells Angels Band of Friends~ Truth & Honor Was Your Mantra.. All of Us Outlaws..Punks..Renegades...... Have To Pay Homage . Sonny Barger..Was The Prototype.. He was The Real Deal... The Originator. Righteous was Your Song ~ Respect...You Bet...ToThe Bone. Your Word Was Your Bond ~ Your Tire Tracks are Embedded Deep. Hero's Never Die ~ Your Legend Will Live Forever. As You Ride Off in The Sky ~ You Always Were the Wise One.. Always Had Our Back.. Fare Thee Well Sonny Barger..Leader of The Pack. GG
Hells Angels Bass Lake .Run1965..Featuring members of the Oakland, Richmond, Nomads and Hayward chapters. Sonny Barger, Mother Miles, Fat Freddie and "Dirty Ed" Wiley are seen at table,Hayward President "Dirty Ed" with "Girl George" on his lap...ABC News.
Song.."Hells Angels 65'.. Bass Lake Run".....by Girl George.. 3-14-15. Roaring Down The Highway on the Back of a Hog ~ The Hells Angels ~A Biker ~Fog~ Knew him at The Jam's..He said Hop on Girl ~ 6am after an All Nite ..Music Whirl .. Met up With Sonny...He's in a Party Mode ~ 100's of Bikers...Head on Down the Road~ The Bass Lake Run..The Angels took flight ~ Hunter S.Thompson Came Along For a Book He Would Write ~ I was 20 yrs Old with a Fake ID ~ Running Like the Wind..Wild & Free ` ~ 1965 ~man alive ~ Rebels... Outlaws...All that Jive ~ Black Motorcycle Jacket. Been wearing them since I was 14 ~ Wild Child..Free Spirit.. Ya Know What I Mean ~ 100's of Harleys..Like Bats Out of Hell ~ Cop Lined ..Town Entrance..Girls Wave & Yell ~ Everyone Assumed..I was his "Old Lady" .. So No one Messed with me~ Not even the guy I came up with..We Were Buddies.. The Outlaw Code.. You See ~ I was Funny..One Of The Guys.. Made them Laugh at the Soda Shop in Town ~ Angels on a Run..Stoned out & Drunk.. Even Outlaws Love a Clown ~ Back on the Bikes after Partying our ass off ~ We hit the Road Again ~ Back too Oakland..Back To the Real World.. Just me & 100s of Biker Men..
Hell's Angels Bass Lake Run.. .1965... .I was on this Run.. The Hell’s Angels enjoy a lovely weekend at Bass Lake..In the summer of 1965, the Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club. decided to spend their Labor Day Weekend at Bass Lake , a small resort area located in the Sierra National Forest approximately 14 mi (23 km) from the south entrance of Yosemite National Park. Coming off one of the most notorious years in their existence (including being charged with gang-raping two young women in Monterey, CA), the Hell’s Angels of California picked Bass Lake as the place they would celebrate Labor.Day by spitting beer in the face of all that rural Americans consider decent. Despite their best efforts to keep their holiday destination under wraps, the “word” had gotten out, and the rural residents of Bass Lake were on alert. The “word” was that a large horde of medieval barbarians, riding iron horses were coming to burn their village down in a drug-fueled frenzy. The citizens of Bass Lake were certainly doomed. Certainly, that is unless the police and civilians of Madera County could find a way to simultaneously subdue and appease the roving crew of 100 plus leather-clad chain wielding demons.For the Angels, runs like the one to Bass Lake are primarily parties, not raids where local women are captured and churches burned to the ground. Once provoked however, the Angels are not the sort who back down from a confrontation. Try to consider however, the viewpoint of the local small town sheriff. Who, with a police force of only twenty-five men, gets word that between 100 and 500 motorcycle outlaws are converging on his town in a matter of hours. The worst things he has had to deal with in his career are highway accidents, and weekend drunkards brawling at the local saloon. What will he do “[W]hen 500 delegates from some apparently subhuman species converge on a peaceful community and begin pissing in the streets, hurling beer cans at each other and racing loud motorcycles in the village square?” In Bass Lake, California in 1965 the local police handled the situation exceptionally well. I will attempt to explain how by interpreting the chapter “The Statutory Rape of Bass Lake” in the book: “The trick is to control them without any provocation, but outlaws are easily provoked.” Hunter S. Thompson.The first measure taken by the law enforcement of Madera County was to issue a vague preliminary injunction aimed at the Angles, the thing was titled: ORDER TO SHOW CAUSE WHY PRELIMINARY INJUNCTION SHOULD NOT ISSUE AND TEMPORARY RESTRAING ORDER MADE. It named as defendants “John Does 1 through 500, Jane Does 1 through 500, individually and as associated under the name HELLS ANGELS or ONE PERCENTERS.” The police had established road blocks on all the roads leading to Bass Lake prior to the Angels arrival. When the Angles did arrive, they were photographed and handed a copy of the injunction. The injunction prevented anyone receiving it from “ violating any public law, statute or ordinance or committing any public nuisance… any conduct offensive to the senses… carrying or possessing weapons of any kind…” An injunction of this type did two things, it served to confuse the Angles, and to put them on notice that the law was watching. After being handed a copy of the injunction the Angels were all sent to a predetermined location where law enforcement lined the only way in and out of the isolated campsite. The police also imposed a strict curfew at 10PM which in effect kept the brutes caged like trapped lions at the zoo.The local police brought in reinforcements from surrounding counties, and their numbers totaled around 100. The key to this law enforcement team was a towering Sheriff named “Tiny” Baxter. Thompson described him as 6 foot 6 and built like a NFL defensive end. He was in charge of the entire production, which he viewed as an army against army standoff. He preferred peace, that much was true, but he was prepared for war. His attitude was of emblematic of the classic rural sheriff, the kind who would strike fear in the heart of any petty lawbreaker who came to his town looking for a good time. He was pure redneck, and he was going to be dammed of the Hell’s Angels burned down the town on his watch. Luckily, he had enough brains to back up his brawn. He knew that it was far better to provide the Angels with a space of their own, and give them a fair opportunity to purchase enough beer to get them through the night (an amount totaling some 80 cases). Tiny’s tough nature was emblematic of the locals in the area, for they were “mountain people.” Mountain people, the descendants of miners and lumberjacks are simple people who don’t mess around once their simple existence has been threatened. They can rally as quickly and fiercely as any small town KKK chapter, complete with axe handles, hunting rifles, and a maddening rage.The Angels quickly noticed it was not just the police they had watch out for, the jacked up holster wearing locals were prepared to fight the Angels to the death. It seemed every able bodied young man had been summoned to the town center, as if Paul Revere himself had rode through only an hour earlier. The locals were at the liquor store waiting to meet the invaders head-on. All they needed was an excuse. Tiny Baxter and six of his deputies escorted the Angels in and out of the camp site in order to maintain the peace. It was apparent that no local man was going to surrender his wife and daughters to the heathens without a good old fashioned bludgeon-fest.The smartest thing Sheriff Baxter did to keep the peace was to converse with the Angles’ leader, Sonny Barger early and often. And most importantly, he did it with respect. The Sheriff kept a dialogue with Barger, and agreed to any reasonable request the Angels made, but he also laid down the law.“If you play it straight with us, Sonny, we’ll play it straight with you. We don’t want any trouble and we know you guys have as much right to camp on this lake as anybody else. But the minute you cause trouble for us or anyone else, we’re gonna come down on you hard, it’s gonna be powder valley for your whole gang…But there’s no reason why you can’t enjoy yourselves here like everybody else. You guys know what you’re doing. There’s nothing wrong with you. We know that.”The effect of this treatment put Sonny Barger in an unusual position, instead of leading the riot, he assumed a responsible fatherly role, one that was necessary to maintain order amongst his pack. Barger knew that the Angels might win the initial skirmish with the locals, but it was a long haul back to Oakland and Los Angeles. They would likely be picked off one by one as they tried to escape through the mountain roads, not to mention the California Highway Patrol. So in the end, Hell’s Angels were allowed to have their party. The booze flowed; pills & marijuana were consumed; and those who brought “old ladies and mamas” were able to find 20 minutes of privacy amongst the trees. Miraculously the whole scene was well contained. No one from the town was hurt, and only one or two Angels were arrested. “In retrospect, there was unanimous agreement that both the press and the police had done a spectacular job. There was massive publicity, a massive police presence and massive beer drinking to justify all their concern. In a galaxy of nationwide riots and civic upheaval, Bass Lake was a star of peace.”... ~ Girl George~..
Well Some one sent Me that picture of Me from the Mag..at Bass lake..Wow 57 yrs ago someone still had it.. I'd Like to Thank Whoever it was that sent me the pix.. Facebook wouldn't let me see who sent it..Love Girl George
Oh Yeah..The Blonde is Me"Girl George ".in the video of .Hell's Angels Bass Lake Run .Labor Day Weekend Sat.Sept.4~6..1965. I was on this Run..I was 20 yrs old I Had. Been Working in Bars Since I was 16 (w/fake ID ) ..I Used to Sing at the Weekend Jam Nights at the Town House in Hayward.. These Jams would Go All Weekend.. Starting at The Town House 9pm.Fri.. .Then..at 2 AM..Everyone would go to this after Hour.. Club..No Booze Just Music.. 6AM Back to the TownHouse. Jam till Noon.. Go Home .then at 9PM Sat.Start again.. This Biker Used to always Roar Up To the Place .While We Were Hanging out Smoking a Joint. I Used To Always Say.."Hey Give Me a Ride" He'd Laugh "Yeah Sure Sure".. Running Joke. Well One Fri. Night He Roared Up & Answered.. If You're, Here Tomorrow at 6am.. I'll Give Ya a Ride.. I was Always there All Weekend!.. So the Next Morning He Roared Up.& Said.."GET ON".. So I Did. Off we Flew Down the Road. Hooked Up With the Other Bikers & Rode Down the Highway With 100's maybe 1000's of Hells Angels..Boy what a Trip & I hadn't Slept in a Day or 2.. But just the Adrenaline of Being Part of this Fantastic Adventure Made Sleeping Unnecessary. We'd Pass through Little Towns ..With The Cops Standing at the Ready..Making Sure We didn't Stop There.. Towns Folk All Gawking .Hooting ..Whistling. Girls Would Be Out There Waving At The Parade of Bikes Flying By....Begging to Go With Us.. Being a Performer I Loved Being Part Of the Circus. We Got up To Bass Lake & My Biker Friend Ed Wiley.. Treated Me with Respect.. We Were Friends Not Lovers & No one Else Bothered Me either . I Was one Of the Guys ..as I Had always Been.. Singing at the Jams.. & Bartender Working in Hard Core Bars. So does that answer your question. .I Was No Ones Old Lady..Girlfriend Or Mama.. Working In Bars I Was Used To Jiving around . With a Lot Of Drunk n.Rowdy Guys. They all Seemed to be Amused by me.. I Had a Grand Old Time.Never Laughed So much. I Never ran into Hunter S.Thompson.There.. Wouldn't Have Known Who He Was if I did... But I Ran into Hunter S.Thompson in Nashville in 1971.. Gave Him a Ride to The Great Smokey Mnt.. The Best Part of the Whole Thing Was Riding down The Highway.. With all Those Other Bikes. .....Well Thats My Story & I'm Sticking to it.. BTW I'm 77 yrs.old Now.. I'm a Punk Rock Singer/songwriter/producer.Still Singing in the Berkeley area. (The Starry Plough on Tuesdays)...& on the web a lot. .you can follow this link back to my youtube site.~ GirlgeorgeTVshow....(Georgee Royce on Facebook) ~Love ~ Girl George ~..
Another amazing story from someone who was there Girl George. Btw I recently watched a clip on UA-cam of Ken Kesey's Acid Test parties, I recognized Terry the Tramp dancing and close by it looked like you, could it have been?
The cops back in those days were totally out of control. My husband told me so many stories about getting arrested in Hollywood and Berdoo. Having to get bailed out and an attorney for nothing.
To me, the America these guys lived in was the REAL America in 1965. Not the squeaky clean, "golly gee whiz" version you saw on "Mayberry RFD", "Bewitched". or "My Three Sons"
Those patches and related symbology were readily available from Army/Navy surplus stores, they wore them for the shock value to get a rise out of the squares and suits not because they were "nazis" or "racists"....
"Sonny Barger" song .7.22.22..By Girl George.
Hail to Sonny Barger..No one Quite Like You ~
Riding on That Iron Horse..
Rebel Through & Through~
Born To Be The Wild One.
Ride Against The Wind ~
Born to Be A Leader..
Hells Angels Band of Friends~
Truth & Honor Was Your Mantra..
All of Us Outlaws..Punks..Renegades......
Have To Pay Homage .
Sonny Barger..Was The Prototype..
He was The Real Deal... The Originator.
Righteous was Your Song ~
Respect...You Bet...ToThe Bone.
Your Word Was Your Bond ~
Your Tire Tracks are Embedded Deep.
Hero's Never Die ~
Your Legend Will Live Forever.
As You Ride Off in The Sky ~
You Always Were the Wise One.. Always Had Our Back..
Fare Thee Well Sonny Barger..Leader of The Pack. GG
Hells Angels Bass Lake .Run1965..Featuring members of the Oakland, Richmond, Nomads and Hayward chapters. Sonny Barger, Mother Miles, Fat Freddie and "Dirty Ed" Wiley are seen at table,Hayward President "Dirty Ed" with "Girl George" on his lap...ABC News.
Song.."Hells Angels 65'.. Bass Lake Run".....by Girl George.. 3-14-15.
Roaring Down The Highway on the Back of a Hog ~
The Hells Angels ~A Biker ~Fog~
Knew him at The Jam's..He said Hop on Girl ~
6am after an All Nite ..Music Whirl ..
Met up With Sonny...He's in a Party Mode ~
100's of Bikers...Head on Down the Road~
The Bass Lake Run..The Angels took flight ~
Hunter S.Thompson Came Along
For a Book He Would Write ~
I was 20 yrs Old with a Fake ID ~
Running Like the Wind..Wild & Free `
~ 1965 ~man alive ~
Rebels... Outlaws...All that Jive ~
Black Motorcycle Jacket.
Been wearing them since I was 14 ~
Wild Child..Free Spirit.. Ya Know What I Mean ~
100's of Harleys..Like Bats Out of Hell ~
Cop Lined ..Town Entrance..Girls Wave & Yell ~
Everyone Assumed..I was his "Old Lady" ..
So No one Messed with me~
Not even the guy I came up with..We Were Buddies..
The Outlaw Code.. You See ~
I was Funny..One Of The Guys..
Made them Laugh at the Soda Shop in Town ~
Angels on a Run..Stoned out & Drunk..
Even Outlaws Love a Clown ~
Back on the Bikes after Partying our ass off ~
We hit the Road Again ~
Back too Oakland..Back To the Real World..
Just me & 100s of Biker Men..
Hell's Angels Bass Lake Run.. .1965...
.I was on this Run..
The Hell’s Angels enjoy a lovely weekend at Bass Lake..In the summer of 1965, the Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club. decided to spend their Labor Day Weekend at Bass Lake , a small resort area located in the Sierra National Forest approximately 14 mi (23 km) from the south entrance of Yosemite National Park. Coming off one of the most notorious years in their existence (including being charged with gang-raping two young women in Monterey, CA), the Hell’s Angels of California picked Bass Lake as the place they would celebrate Labor.Day by spitting beer in the face of all that rural Americans consider decent. Despite their best efforts to keep their holiday destination under wraps, the “word” had gotten out, and the rural residents of Bass Lake were on alert. The “word” was that a large horde of medieval barbarians, riding iron horses were coming to burn their village down in a drug-fueled frenzy. The citizens of Bass Lake were certainly doomed. Certainly, that is unless the police and civilians of Madera County could find a way to simultaneously subdue and appease the roving crew of 100 plus leather-clad chain wielding demons.For the Angels, runs like the one to Bass Lake are primarily parties, not raids where local women are captured and churches burned to the ground. Once provoked however, the Angels are not the sort who back down from a confrontation. Try to consider however, the viewpoint of the local small town sheriff. Who, with a police force of only twenty-five men, gets word that between 100 and 500 motorcycle outlaws are converging on his town in a matter of hours. The worst things he has had to deal with in his career are highway accidents, and weekend drunkards brawling at the local saloon. What will he do “[W]hen 500 delegates from some apparently subhuman species converge on a peaceful community and begin pissing in the streets, hurling beer cans at each other and racing loud motorcycles in the village square?” In Bass Lake, California in 1965 the local police handled the situation exceptionally well. I will attempt to explain how by interpreting the chapter “The Statutory Rape of Bass Lake” in the book: “The trick is to control them without any provocation, but outlaws are easily provoked.” Hunter S. Thompson.The first measure taken by the law enforcement of Madera County was to issue a vague preliminary injunction aimed at the Angles, the thing was titled: ORDER TO SHOW CAUSE WHY PRELIMINARY INJUNCTION SHOULD NOT ISSUE AND TEMPORARY RESTRAING ORDER MADE. It named as defendants “John Does 1 through 500, Jane Does 1 through 500, individually and as associated under the name HELLS ANGELS or ONE PERCENTERS.” The police had established road blocks on all the roads leading to Bass Lake prior to the Angels arrival. When the Angles did arrive, they were photographed and handed a copy of the injunction. The injunction prevented anyone receiving it from “ violating any public law, statute or ordinance or committing any public nuisance… any conduct offensive to the senses… carrying or possessing weapons of any kind…” An injunction of this type did two things, it served to confuse the Angles, and to put them on notice that the law was watching. After being handed a copy of the injunction the Angels were all sent to a predetermined location where law enforcement lined the only way in and out of the isolated campsite. The police also imposed a strict curfew at 10PM which in effect kept the brutes caged like trapped lions at the zoo.The local police brought in reinforcements from surrounding counties, and their numbers totaled around 100. The key to this law enforcement team was a towering Sheriff named “Tiny” Baxter. Thompson described him as 6 foot 6 and built like a NFL defensive end. He was in charge of the entire production, which he viewed as an army against army standoff. He preferred peace, that much was true, but he was prepared for war. His attitude was of emblematic of the classic rural sheriff, the kind who would strike fear in the heart of any petty lawbreaker who came to his town looking for a good time. He was pure redneck, and he was going to be dammed of the Hell’s Angels burned down the town on his watch. Luckily, he had enough brains to back up his brawn. He knew that it was far better to provide the Angels with a space of their own, and give them a fair opportunity to purchase enough beer to get them through the night (an amount totaling some 80 cases). Tiny’s tough nature was emblematic of the locals in the area, for they were “mountain people.” Mountain people, the descendants of miners and lumberjacks are simple people who don’t mess around once their simple existence has been threatened. They can rally as quickly and fiercely as any small town KKK chapter, complete with axe handles, hunting rifles, and a maddening rage.The Angels quickly noticed it was not just the police they had watch out for, the jacked up holster wearing locals were prepared to fight the Angels to the death. It seemed every able bodied young man had been summoned to the town center, as if Paul Revere himself had rode through only an hour earlier. The locals were at the liquor store waiting to meet the invaders head-on. All they needed was an excuse. Tiny Baxter and six of his deputies escorted the Angels in and out of the camp site in order to maintain the peace. It was apparent that no local man was going to surrender his wife and daughters to the heathens without a good old fashioned bludgeon-fest.The smartest thing Sheriff Baxter did to keep the peace was to converse with the Angles’ leader, Sonny Barger early and often. And most importantly, he did it with respect. The Sheriff kept a dialogue with Barger, and agreed to any reasonable request the Angels made, but he also laid down the law.“If you play it straight with us, Sonny, we’ll play it straight with you. We don’t want any trouble and we know you guys have as much right to camp on this lake as anybody else. But the minute you cause trouble for us or anyone else, we’re gonna come down on you hard, it’s gonna be powder valley for your whole gang…But there’s no reason why you can’t enjoy yourselves here like everybody else. You guys know what you’re doing. There’s nothing wrong with you. We know that.”The effect of this treatment put Sonny Barger in an unusual position, instead of leading the riot, he assumed a responsible fatherly role, one that was necessary to maintain order amongst his pack. Barger knew that the Angels might win the initial skirmish with the locals, but it was a long haul back to Oakland and Los Angeles. They would likely be picked off one by one as they tried to escape through the mountain roads, not to mention the California Highway Patrol. So in the end, Hell’s Angels were allowed to have their party. The booze flowed; pills & marijuana were consumed; and those who brought “old ladies and mamas” were able to find 20 minutes of privacy amongst the trees. Miraculously the whole scene was well contained. No one from the town was hurt, and only one or two Angels were arrested.
“In retrospect, there was unanimous agreement that both the press and the police had done a spectacular job. There was massive publicity, a massive police presence and massive beer drinking to justify all their concern. In a galaxy of nationwide riots and civic upheaval, Bass Lake was a star of peace.”...
~ Girl George~..
Fascinating story GG It sounds like you had a ball back then!
Well Some one sent Me that picture of Me from the Mag..at Bass lake..Wow 57 yrs ago someone still had it.. I'd Like to Thank Whoever it was that sent me the pix.. Facebook wouldn't let me see who sent it..Love Girl George
Hi Girl George,have you considered writing a book?.I have never heard of such police harassment as this in my life!🇬🇧❤️🇺🇸💯
Oh Yeah..The Blonde is Me"Girl George ".in the video of .Hell's Angels Bass Lake Run .Labor Day Weekend Sat.Sept.4~6..1965.
I was on this Run..I was 20 yrs old I Had. Been Working in Bars
Since I was 16 (w/fake ID )
..I Used to Sing at the Weekend Jam Nights
at the Town House in Hayward..
These Jams would Go All Weekend..
Starting at The Town House 9pm.Fri..
.Then..at 2 AM..Everyone would go to
this after Hour.. Club..No Booze Just Music..
6AM Back to the TownHouse. Jam till Noon..
Go Home .then at 9PM Sat.Start again..
This Biker Used to always Roar Up To the Place
.While We Were Hanging out Smoking a Joint.
I Used To Always Say.."Hey Give Me a Ride"
He'd Laugh "Yeah Sure Sure".. Running Joke.
Well One Fri. Night He Roared Up & Answered..
If You're, Here Tomorrow at 6am.. I'll Give Ya a Ride..
I was Always there All Weekend!..
So the Next Morning He Roared Up.& Said.."GET ON".. So I Did.
Off we Flew Down the Road. Hooked Up With the Other Bikers & Rode Down the Highway With 100's maybe 1000's
of Hells Angels..Boy what a Trip & I hadn't Slept in a Day or 2..
But just the Adrenaline of Being Part of this Fantastic Adventure Made Sleeping Unnecessary.
We'd Pass through Little Towns ..With The Cops Standing
at the Ready..Making Sure We didn't Stop There..
Towns Folk All Gawking .Hooting ..Whistling.
Girls Would Be Out There Waving At The Parade
of Bikes Flying By....Begging to Go With Us..
Being a Performer I Loved Being Part Of the Circus.
We Got up To Bass Lake & My Biker Friend Ed Wiley..
Treated Me with Respect..
We Were Friends Not Lovers & No one Else Bothered Me either .
I Was one Of the Guys ..as I Had always Been..
Singing at the Jams.. & Bartender Working in Hard Core Bars.
So does that answer your question.
.I Was No Ones Old Lady..Girlfriend Or Mama..
Working In Bars I Was Used To Jiving around .
With a Lot Of Drunk n.Rowdy Guys.
They all Seemed to be Amused by me..
I Had a Grand Old Time.Never Laughed So much.
I Never ran into Hunter S.Thompson.There..
Wouldn't Have Known Who He Was if I did...
But I Ran into Hunter S.Thompson in Nashville in 1971..
Gave Him a Ride to The Great Smokey Mnt..
The Best Part of the Whole Thing Was
Riding down The Highway.. With all Those Other Bikes.
.....Well Thats My Story & I'm Sticking to it..
BTW I'm 77 yrs.old Now.. I'm a Punk Rock Singer/songwriter/producer.Still Singing in the Berkeley area.
(The Starry Plough on Tuesdays)...& on the web a lot.
.you can follow this link back to my youtube site.~ GirlgeorgeTVshow....(Georgee Royce on Facebook)
~Love ~ Girl George ~..
Another amazing story from someone who was there Girl George.
Btw I recently watched a clip on UA-cam of Ken Kesey's Acid Test parties, I recognized Terry the Tramp dancing and close by it looked like you, could it have been?
@@onazram1 no not me.
HA not at Hollister. HA did not exist until a yer later. That was the Boozefighters mainly, and others like the Galloping Goose
Galloping Goose Crazy Frank was my next door neighbor in the 90's. The FBI questioned all the neighbors and we all told them we didn't know anything.
The cops back in those days were totally out of control. My husband told me so many stories about getting arrested in Hollywood and Berdoo. Having to get bailed out and an attorney for nothing.
this is from the run at Bass Lake i think
Is the dude sitting across the table from sonny mother miles?
To me, the America these guys lived in was the REAL America in 1965. Not the squeaky clean, "golly gee whiz" version you saw on "Mayberry RFD", "Bewitched". or "My Three Sons"
Who's the blonde?
The blonde had commented on a different video. She said she had just met the guys and was not dating anyone. I think she was a singer she said
Great vintage footage of the day. Thank but you don't need to have your name all over it.
What’s with the nazi symbology with the angels back then? Was it just to be counter-culture? Just to provoke? Or were they actually racist? 🤷♂️
Those patches and related symbology were readily available from Army/Navy surplus stores, they wore them for
the shock value to get a rise out of the squares and suits not because they were "nazis" or "racists"....