The Cookie Monster fuzz mouths of a couple of Hells Angels stuffing mid-morning burgers in a lay-by on the A40 made my jaw drop today. Not because they were choosing to eat from a very dubious looking Portakabin and its even more dubious looking head chef. I was more interested in their gleaming, extravagantly handle-barred Chopper's and more specifically the unusual cargo they were pulling. In a glass trailer behind one of the bikes was a grey coffin. As they had a menacing conversation about ketchup, burnt onions and being misunderstood their mate was lying in state surrounded by cardboard, smelling of pachouli in a fish tank on the back of a Harley. It's what he would have wanted.
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