Radam, thanks for that one. It reminds me of my uncle. He was a member of a biker gang in California during the mid '50s -- some time before gangs were absorbed by the Outlaws and Hells Angels to become purely criminal enterprises. Like his service in Korea, he only shares bits and pieces of that time. I do know that he once used the chain he wore for a belt to break up an attempted rape, but I only know this because I heard it third hand. All he tells me is that he was sgt. at arms, and he kept the other members out of trouble.
My uncle has the outlook of an old school biker. He'll walk miles to help someone out, but pity the idiot who won't leave him alone.
If I can ever get my sassinfrassinmuther bike running, I'm making a road trip to see him.