PROLOGUE

 

 This is not a history book. That has been done. Many times.

 Meticulous writers like Tom Reynolds (“Wild Ride”) and Brock Yates (“Outlaw Machine”) have already exhumed the skeletal remains of early biker culture from the historical tar pits of post-WWII America and neatly assembled them into an enormous, impeccably clean and highly detailed fossilized model.

 This monster looms over much of modern mainstream society like a hungry T-Rex might have hovered and salivated over a frightened and quivering cave man.
 We, however, are going to put some flesh on those bones. We are going to breathe life into the beast. We are going to discover if the brute existed --and still exists-- only to run amok, trying to satisfy an insatiable anti-social blood-lust or if there really is a lot of gentleness in this roaring giant.