If the challenge to fight was there, I always took it.
When I was old enough to ride a motorcycle and got my license, I bought a '69 Sportster.
Let me tell you something: I have members in my charter who, after paying their rent and house bills and taking care of their families, don't even have enough money left over to pay the fifteen dollars a week dues.
See, I'm fortunate that I get around a lot because of my movie business.
I belonged to another club, and liked the camaraderie.
So from an angry lawman's mouth, the Outlaw Motorcyclists were born.