We were riding in the middle of no where across Texas. His bike quit. Pulled off highway. Bike won't start. Stuck. Hot, in leathers, and no help anywhere.
People passed...no help.
Heard bikes...lots of bikes coming. Good God! Hell's Angels bikers! Dozens. Big, ugly, bad looking. Heart quickened.
They all surrounded us. One got off, and checked out what was wrong.
Fuse, he said. Took foil off cigarette pack. Put in fuse thing. Bike came to life.
They decided to escort.
They were on all sides. Me in the very middle of all those Hell's Angles.
We rode like that for miles, and those riders protected me and looked after me and that bike. Companion rode near the back of the pack. One on each side of him.
We pulled into the town. People made themselves very scarce...left quick worried about the Angels.
Visited with the Angels and thanked them from the bottom of our hearts for that help and escort.
Impressive. One by one as they left, each came and said goodby to us...and shook hands even. Offered to help at our call if I ever needed them again.
These guys were the nicest, kindest guys! They treated me very gently...like a little sister.
You hear bad things.
This is a good thing. I feel kindly toward these Angels.
Nancy