The last of the high nellies: A road user near extinction

Is it not true, that you never see a youthful troop of Hell’s Angels on Irish roads?

I saw a group of them dismounted and standing beside their machines a few evenings ago outside the town of Ennistymon, Co Clare, and, dammit, with their helmets off, and the leathers open, every one of the 10 of them were corpulent pensioners.

They were hairy, yes indeed, but there was a lot more hair on their faces than on the top of their heads.