Alright, so here’s the lowdown on my “Hells Angels in San Diego” adventure. Buckle up, it’s gonna be a ride.
It all started with a photo. Saw this wicked shot online, right? Bikes lined up, leather jackets, the whole nine yards. San Diego backdrop, sunny as hell. Figured, “Damn, gotta see this for myself.” That was the initial spark.
First thing I did? Research. I hit up Google, typed in “Hells Angels San Diego chapter.” Dug around, found their general area, not an exact address, mind you, but close enough. Gotta be respectful, you know? Don’t wanna just barge in like some tourist.
Next, I planned my route. I hopped in my car, punched the general location into the GPS, and just drove. Not gonna lie, I was a little nervous. These guys aren’t exactly known for their teddy bear picnics. But hey, gotta live a little, right?
Got to the area, cruised around slowly. Wasn’t trying to be obvious, just taking in the sights. Eventually, spotted a few bikes that looked the part parked outside a non-descript building. Bingo.
I parked a block away, played it cool. Got out, pretended to check my phone, just observing. Saw a couple of dudes walk in and out, definitely looked like they belonged. Okay, time to make a move.
Walked past the building, casually. Didn’t stare, didn’t linger. Just a quick glance. Noticed the Hells Angels insignia on the wall. Alright, confirmation. This was the place.
Here’s where things got tricky. I wanted to get a closer look, maybe even take a photo. But I also didn’t want to get my ass kicked. So, I decided to play it smart.
I walked into a nearby coffee shop, ordered a latte, and sat outside where I could see the building. People-watching, you know? Looked like a regular joe, just enjoying a drink.
From there, I snapped a few quick photos with my phone, zoomed in. Not the best quality, but good enough. Got a decent shot of the bikes and the insignia.
Finished my latte, chilled for a bit longer, then slowly walked back to my car. Mission accomplished. I saw what I wanted to see, got my photos, and didn’t get into any trouble.
Back home, I uploaded the photos, did a little editing. Nothing fancy, just cleaned them up a bit. Shared them with a few friends, who were suitably impressed (and maybe a little scared).
Lessons learned? Respect is key. Don’t be a dick. Observe, don’t intrude. And always have an escape route.
Would I do it again? Maybe. But next time, I might bring a motorcycle. Just kidding… mostly.
- Research is your friend.
- Don’t be a dumbass.
- Coffee is always a good excuse.
That’s my “Hells Angels in San Diego” story. Hope you enjoyed it. Stay safe out there.
