WHO’S GONNA RIDE THAT CHROME THREE -WHEELER?
I was sitting at the bar of a pub in Berrima New South Wales when a gang of Hells Angels arrived for their weekly knitting class. It was either that, or a drinking session. I noticed that they had parked their bikes completely around my Beetle. I would be staying put. They were fascinated by what I had drawn and elected me to be their personal sketch artist. They bought as much beer as I could drink as payment of course, and a good time was had by all. They have not remained in contact, but then neither have I.
I was sitting at the bar of a pub in Berrima New South Wales when a gang of Hells Angels arrived for their weekly knitting class. It was either that, or a drinking session. I noticed that they had parked their bikes completely around my Beetle. I would be staying put. They were fascinated by what I had drawn and elected me to be their personal sketch artist. They bought as much beer as I could drink as payment of course, and a good time was had by all. They have not remained in contact, but then neither have I.
I was sitting at the bar of a pub in Berrima New South Wales when a gang of Hells Angels arrived for their weekly knitting class. It was either that, or a drinking session. I noticed that they had parked their bikes completely around my Beetle. I would be staying put. They were fascinated by what I had drawn and elected me to be their personal sketch artist. They bought as much beer as I could drink as payment of course, and a good time was had by all. They have not remained in contact, but then neither have I.