For a few years the Hell’s Angels would come into town to have a big party at a state park here. When I was 13, 14, 15 I would wash bikes for any that wanted. They always paid me well for the service. That doesn’t make them good people, but the ones I knew were alright and didn’t make trouble.
To add, my neighbor when I loved out of my dorm at Stanford to be closer to my part-time job, my neighbor next door was HA.
We were the only 2 tenants at the ground floor of the house/building, and cliche image: Rottweiler, GF and him with 2 Harleys at the front. NICEST guy and neighbor.
How courteous was he?
When he was umm, “knocking boots” with his GF, the walls are thin, and one night I couldnt sleep due to their “fun”, I heard him say “keep quiet damn it, you’ll wake up (max’s real name)”. I really tried hard not to laugh..