A Memorial Day weekend, about 30 years ago, I was driving from Ohio to DC.
Friday night about 10 o’clock I pulled over to get gas in Breezeway, PA and all these motor cycle guys pulled in.
I thought “Crap, Hell’s Angels guys.”
Two walked up to me, offered to pump my gas and were sweet as can be. It was Rolling Thunder!
A few biker guys used to show up in my local bar every once in a while. They were invariably polite and never caused any trouble.