Getting this assignment immediately set off the warning bells, and not the little ones dangling under my triple trees. It was not a story where you’d want to piss anybody off. And there was a significant lineup of “anybodys” that were “somebodys” involved. The short list included a major TV network, an award winning writer/producer, a fistful of famous actors (with large fists), and indirectly down the line a triple shot of serious muscle known as the BATF, the white supremacists, and true blue one-percenters. And, oh yeah, this mag’s editor who commissioned the story and who when asked about “hazard pay” only chuckled.

So here’s the deal. I was to ride over to the “Valley” on a nice tire-melting 100-degree Los Angeles Friday afternoon and check in on the set of The Son’s of Anarchy (SOA), the hit FX TV series chronicling the life and crimes of an outlaw motorcycle club. I was to poke around the SOA clubhouse, mingle with the bike wranglers responsible for the herd of Harleys ripping through each episode, and chat up the shows publicist for some nitty-gritty on how a show about guys that run guns and illegal substances have grown near and dear to the hearts of bikers and non-bikers alike. Are we talking anti-hero role models for the 21st century? Whatever…I’d just take a camera, a tape recorder and go do the moto-journalist thing.

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