Ridin' High, Livin' Free: Hell-Raising Motorcycle Stories
Keith Zimmerman, Kent Zimmerman
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An angel spreads his wings. . . .
Sonny Barger is the number-one spokesman for the motorcycle experience. His New York Times bestseller, Hell's Angel, was an exhilarating history of his adventures with the world's most notorious motorcycle club. Now he brings us rousing, moving, and wildly entertaining true stories of his renegade brothers and sisters in the relentless pursuit of liberty, individuality, and the "ultimate ride."
And what stories he has to tell -- freewheeling, bare-knuckle tales of brawls and battles, brotherhood, breathtaking adventures, crazy quests, and the inevitable classic scrapes with "John Law." The most colorful legends and unforgettable characters of biker lore come alive in this book. In addition, celebrities like Steve McQueen, Johnny Paycheck, and David Crosby thunder through these pages in a sensational collection of rebel tales that runs the gamut from poignant and inspiring to thrilling and utterly outrageous.
Whether you ride, have never ridden, or dream of riding, Ridin' High, Livin' Free is a reading experience you won't soon forget -- a fascinating glimpse into a unique culture of freedom that recognizes only one commandment: the code of the road.
small kitchen in the other. I can’t remember where the shower was, but if you wanted to go to the bathroom, you stumbled outdoors with the keys. We finally put a light inside the Hangar because every time I got up in the middle of the night, it was so dark I’d get jabbed in the guts with a pair of motorcycle handlebars.” Life in the Hangar with McQueen went incredibly smoothly. The actor-turned-Bohemian-grease-monkey was finally in his element. Many of the airport locals felt welcome enough to
the road. The lady who lived there came running out to tell them that every cop in the area (and then some) was in town, looking for Cincinnati. They ran into her house and went upstairs to the bedroom so they could check the lay of the land and find out what the fuck was going on. Cincinnati was peering around with a pair of binoculars. As he was looking at a trailer home parked down the road, he spotted someone peeking back at him through binoculars. Talk about an adrenaline rush. “Who lives in
than the one before. Fitzpatrick said good-bye to the Chopper and completed his one-year tour of duty. His military career lasted for a total of ten years. Fitz still looks back at Vietnam as the most exhilarating time of his life, but as with most Vietnam veterans, life was never the same afterward. “Vietnam is always with me. A day never goes by when I don’t think about it,” admits Fitzpatrick. “No bungee jump, Mount Everest climb, or leap out of an airplane could equal the adrenaline rush of
snout and had been informed in no uncertain terms, no smoking. Johnny had smuggled some cigarettes and matches into the room inside his socks. Lying on his bed, he lit up a smoke and— poof!—singed all the hair off his face. After a heated argument with the staff, he was placed on the sidewalk in his hospital gown with a great big black cowboy hat on his head. Cincinnati’s friend hightailed it over to Merle’s office, picked up Johnny, and paid back Merle’s staff for the taxi bill. Then he took
taking to any of his star treatment bullshit. After we got his ticket, Cincinnati’s old lady talked to the stewardess and the airline folks agreed to walk Johnny to his plane, put him on board, then see to it that he made his connection in Dallas/Fort Worth, then back to Hot ’Lanta. We walked Johnny and Cincinnati’s lady past security and up the departure ramp, and then headed for the bar. After a couple of drinks at the bar, we looked up, and there was Cincinnati’s lady back with Johnny. Somehow