Last Fall I was putting ligt fixtures in a building on East Sprague Avenue in Spokane,Washington. east Sparague is notorious for its hookers and drunks and is not a better part of town. As I drove to the job one morning, I saw a Harley parked outside a bar where ithad probably been left from the night before.
Thinking to myself that what fool would leave his Harley outside a bar in this neighborhood, I neared the "bar". It was the chapter house for the Hells Angels. Nobody was going to touch that bike.