It reminds me of a story a friend told me. Years back his 'local' (pub, public house) was a place few 'ordinary' people went because it was the meeting place for a group of bikers. You know the type: mostly big, black leather, studs, chains, tattoos, etc. Most people were afraid to go in there, even though there was never any reported violence, they weren't that type og gang. My friend knew several of them.

I say most people didn't go there. Well, there was an old people's home (sorry about the lack of Political Correctness, but that's what everyone called it then) a little way up the road, and one elderly lady used to walk down to the pub once a week to have a half pint of Guinness, chat a bit and walk back. The bikers were used to seeing her.

Then she didn't turn up for a couple of weeks, and the bikers got worried. So a group of them drove up to the home (in full gear, they were bokier, right?) and asked the attendant to see Mrs. X. The attendant was scared. Several big bikers, in leathers, chains, tats, etc., wanting to see one of her patients. Well, it turned out that Mrs. X had suffered a fall and couldn't walk for several weeks, so when the bikers found out they brought her the half of Guinness every week -- and several of them also visited other people there, and did jobs around the place.

Way to go, folks! The media likes the "Hell's Angels" image, because bad news sells, but bikers I've known are really good people. Maybe they release their aggression and energy on the bikes and the clothes and the image, I don't know, but if so then maybe we'd be better off if more people did that instead of letting it overflow onto other people...