The history of outlaw bikers is one that defines the 20th century. In the 1960s they were a visible part of U.S. culture, and no one captures their significance and presence like the @outlawarchive Instagram run by Straight Satans. It’s a collection of vintage photos and interviews with outlaw bikers from the golden era of outlaw culture. Check out a selection of the over 6000+ photos posted to @outlawarchive, and make sure to follow!
Patti pictured here, at the Blue Blaze Cafe, NYE 1963. Patti was Otto Frieldi’s old lady, was a prostitute, and was one of a handful of old ladies that were allowed to wear HA colors, including Linda Garbage Head , Red Bev, and Mother Ruthe. The worldwide web says that Otto founded the Hells Angels, but that’s incorrect. He joined around 1960/61 after being denied membership by the Galloping Goose MF. I believe Patti died in the 1960s from an overdose of Seconal/reds. ———————————————- Follow 👉 @outlawarchive for more photos from the past
Janis Joplin’s one-time lover — recalls Janis’ encounter with a group of armed Hell’s Angels. They had come to her house in the middle of the night, raiding her kitchen and making a commotion. When Niehaus failed to make them leave, Janis came out and told each one of them off, making them eventually leave and return with ten bags of fresh groceries to restock her refrigerator. “One night we’re sound asleep in Marin County and we hear all this noise in the living room and she goes, ‘Honey, go see what that is,’ and I go out there and there’s five Hell’s Angels in the living room,” he said to Berg and Dick Cavett. “Two of them have guns in their belts, and they got the fridge open and all the food out. I go back in and she said, ‘Get rid of those boys, honey.’ I said, ‘Hey, babe, I don’t know, these guys have got guns, there’s five of them. I’m sort of skinny right now.’” So Joplin took matters into her own hands. “She went out there and told each one of them — called them by name — she told each one of them where they were at, so to speak, and they left, and I thought, ‘God, thank God I didn’t have to try to do that,’” Niehaus continued. Appropriately chastised, the Angels then went on to do something perhaps only Joplin could have gotten them to do: household chores. “An hour-and-a-half later, they came back. They had a station wagon. They weren’t on their bikes, it was the middle of the night,” Niehaus recalled. “They came back and they brought ten bags of groceries, filled up the refrigerator, and they cleaned the house. They wiped the counters down and they left. So she had the power. Sometimes she was a little girl and sometimes she was a giant.”
Vic Bettencourt in 1960 ———————————————– “During the late summer of 1957, wearing our trophy-shop patches, Ernie Brown and I rode down to Gardena in Southern California. Once we got to SoCal, my transmission went south too. Ernie and I had a couple of girls, and here I was stuck with a dead bike and six hundred miles from home. What the fuck. At least we had girls with us. But shit does happen. Out of nowhere a guy on a motorcycle roared up along side my bike to see what was wrong. To my surprise he too was wearing a Hells Angels patch! His name was Vic Bettencourt, and Gardena was home to an early SoCal chapter of the Hells Angels. Vic took Ernie and me to their clubhouse, gave us the spare parts we needed– Bettencourt’s brother owned a Harley shop in Massachusetts–and helped me fix my transmission. They fed us and put us up for a couple of days. Vic told me there were Hells Angels in the San Gabriel Valley, Fresno, Berdoo, and Frisco. Vic hipped me about what a motorcycle club should not be. He had a mind for organization, how things should be done and carried out, and what procedures needed to be followed. We talked about meetings, dues, rules and regs–that kind of stuff–and it all kind of reminded me of the Army. It set my mind to thinking about what needed to be done to create our first Oakland chapter as Ernie and I rode back home. A couple of SoCal Hells Angels came up to Oakland to visit us later. A few years after we met, Vic was riding out on an interstate highway and was run over by a car and killed.” – Sonny Barger