Hell's Angels & Investment Biker

Finished reading Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson on Sunday afternoon. Yesterday, in the mail I recieved Investment Biker from AMC Eagle for either goodwill or my birthday this Friday...the 13th... born on Fri 13th, 11:57pm... Woodrow is defending his dissertation on the same day... regardless of the reason, thanks, already hooked, 50pages in... plus it continues the motorcycle theme.
Hell's Angels is very entertaining near ethnography of The Hell's Angels in 1964 and 5. If you've read any of Thompson's Gonzo Journals, this is very different; he ain't blitzed outta his mind when writing. Reading this, I couldn't help but draw parallels with the reactions and fears The Angel's, communists and our now wild paranoias of terrorist infiltration have created. Thompson neither idealizes nor villifies the most famous motorcycle gang that wasn't led by Marlon Brando. They rape, borderline rape, create havoc, beat, and ingest giant amounts of alcohol and drugs. Juxposed against everyone and everything conventional except, mysteriously, they became pro government, anticivil rights, and anti-antiwar. If you read this book, you may come to a similar conclusion as I had that The Angel's were once twistedly authentic, but sold out so hard to the one's they were rebelling against that they became a joke. Loved reading about some of the rides and maddness; stomach knotted in response to extreme violence *sappy liberal here* especially towards women.