My driver, Roger Bunting, is an only child His father, Alan, worked as a gardener for a small local municipality the entire duration of his working life. A reserved, unassuming and introspective man, Alan went about his business without much ambition beyond the day to day duties of his job. He was a home bird, often to be found enjoying carpentry activities in a creaky, shiplap shed at the bottom of his garden, was seldom seen in the local pub, and was in many ways an unremarkable citizen.

But Alan had a dark passion.

He was a closet Hell's Angel.

It had started in Alan's early teens. Alan's eldest brother Alf had spent several years in America as a hired hand after demobbing from the Parachute Regiment. Whilst working on a cattle ranch in Utah , Alf stumbled upon a local chapter of the Hell's Angels. Being a larger than life character, he'd fallen in with the chapter on account of his addiction to the adrenalin rush he'd missed since leaving the Paras. Alf also liked the unsavoury reputation that the Angels enjoyed (although in time he came to realise that this was perception rather than reality), and took pleasure in being part of a close brotherhood, something he'd had in his military years. He also fancied the blousy girls that hung around with the Angels and had taken up with and married a busty, five foot nothing, blonde hellcat called Gloria. They lived happily in a small, clapboard house in Bluffdale for a number of years until Gloria, out of the blue one day, announced to Alf that it was about time they thought about having children. Unfortunately for her kids were not in Alf's life plan, and he told Gloria so in no uncertain terms. Gloria shrugged, said nothing and simply shook her luxuriant, lacquered curls from side to side. The very next day he had an unexpected visit from the entire chapter. Their ultimatum was final - he wasn't welcome in the group and it wouldn't be wise for Alf to remain in their town in future. As tough a nut as he was . . . more