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SALT LAKE CITY — Believe it or not, I once rode with the Hells Angels in Yosemite’s High Country on a breezy Saturday afternoon. By accident.
I was probably 13, on my family’s Honda 90, sent to get fish bait at the nearby Tioga Lake’s General Store.
The infamous motorcycle club and I just happened to share State Route 120 for about a mile or two. I should have been terrified, but I was too young and naive to realize what was happening.
Those memories came flooding back as I sat watching “The Bikeriders.”
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