No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells AngelsFrom the first federal agent to infiltrate the inner circle of the outlaw Hells Angels Motorcycle Club comes the inside story of the 21-month operation that almost cost him his family, his sanity, and his life. Getting shot in the chest as a rookie agent, bartering for machine guns, throttling down the highway at 100 mph, and responding to a full-scale, bloody riot between the Hells Angels and their rivals, the Mongols—these are just a few of the high-adrenaline experiences Dobyns recounts in this action-packed, hard-to-imagine-but-true story. Dobyns leaves no stone of his harrowing journey unturned. At runs and clubhouses, between rides and riots, Dobyns befriends bad-ass bikers, meth-fueled “old ladies,” gun fetishists, psycho-killer ex-cons, and even some of the “Filthy Few”--the elite of the Hells Angels who’ve committed extreme violence on behalf of their club. Eventually, at parties staged behind heavily armed security, he meets legendary club members such as Chuck Zito, Johnny Angel, and the godfather of all bikers, Ralph “Sonny” Barger. To blend in with them, he gets full-arm ink; to win their respect, he vows to prove himself a stone-cold killer. Hardest of all is leading a double life, which has him torn between his devotion to his wife and children, and his pledge to become the first federal agent ever to be “fully patched” into the Angels’ near-impregnable ranks. His act is so convincing that he comes within a hairsbreadth of losing himself. Eventually, he realizes that just as he’s been infiltrating the Hells Angels, they’ ve been infiltrating him. And just as they’re not all bad, he’s not all good. Reminiscent of Donnie Brasco’s uncovering of the true Mafia, this is an eye-opening portrait of the world of bikers--the most in-depth since Hunter Thompson’s seminal work—one that fully describes the seductive lure criminal camaraderie has for men who would otherwise be powerless outsiders. Here is all the nihilism, hate, and intimidation, but also the freedom—and, yes, brotherhood—of the only truly American form of organized crime. |
Contents
3 | |
28 | |
Black Biscuit | 39 |
Too broke for Sturgis where Timmy learned the fine art | 51 |
Jesus Hates a Pussy | 62 |
Whyd Jack give me that rock? | 82 |
Feeding Smitty his cake | 91 |
Fuck your guns | 98 |
Will you be mine? | 195 |
The Iron Skillet | 209 |
Look lady its not like I dont give a fuck what youre saying | 215 |
Hoovers hit | 224 |
No more Solos | 231 |
Big Lou and Gayland Hammack run some game | 238 |
Get me that brown mustard not that yellow shit | 248 |
Hydroxycut highway | 259 |
Goodbye Carlos | 110 |
Gimme a B Gimme an I Gimme an R Gimme a | 123 |
Five years in the desert | 134 |
Arresting Rudy Kramer | 143 |
Hello JJ | 152 |
Peptalk | 158 |
Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale | 171 |
The Solo temporaries | 185 |
Bottom rockers are us | 267 |
Call to arms | 278 |
37 | 291 |
The bust | 304 |
Where Are They Now? | 315 |
Glossary | 321 |
Acknowledgments | 327 |
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No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells ... Jay Dobyns,Nils Johnson-Shelton No preview available - 2010 |
No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells ... Jay Dobyns,Nils Johnson-Shelton No preview available - 2009 |
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