Mr Hells Angels would like to buy a car

[HardRockCamaro]

Pasted from a Caddy forum I frequent:


Springtime-1969 The Dodge Dealer I went to after the ICP dealer in story #1.

So, I've now been at the Dodge dealer 1 year and am well settled in. Sales are good and it's the usual day-in ~ day-out routine. We are excited about a car we have not yet seen that's coming next year called the Challenger. Dodge Darts are flying out of inventory as are Coronets and Polaras. My boss the General Manager is a drunk and is seldom totally sober. The body shop has been permanently closed (lost money) and a big furniture store has delivered a king-sized bed, end table and small 'Fridge, turning it into a mini bedroom, where my General Manager frequently "entertains" the female office manager "after hours". Both are married to others. The entire place has more or less of a "clown / circus atmosphere" & aura about itself.
There are few rules, and everybody takes turns being the boss. We sell alot of cars because we turn no deal down, and frequently sell a car at $100 UNDER our cost. We 3 salesmen have learned to perfectly copy our G.M.s signature and have attached it to the sales order, showing he ok'ed it. He can't recall cause he's either drunk, semi drunk, sleeping or "using the paint booth bedroom." The salesmen are now ordering the cars for stock, ok-ing their own deals and the atmosphere is "party-like" ~ It's great going to work. I love it! We are all driving Royal Monaco Broughams with nearly 30 options on them for our personal Demos. Our lunchs are delivered by the local catering place.

May - 1968.
We 3 are in the showroom and we hear what sounds like a few motorcycles. We are located on a major highway at the crest of a hill /\ we are at the point. The rumbles gets louder & louder. Finally we see 4 motorcycles .....
HOLY CRAP They are turning into OUR driveway. 4, no 6, no 9, no 11, no 15. 15 it is and all easily recognizable as HELL'S ANGELS. 3 salesmen are crapping and yelling "Who's UP" ? My luck. I am UP. The noise is positively deafening. They all park 15 Harleys. All are wearing the black leather jackets, with knives sticking out. One wants to buy a car.
Strangely, they are very polite to me, and very well beheaved. They name me Salesman Sandy. They are a "family" & do things together, they tell me, including murders. The buyer, I seem to recall... his name was Otto. The others called him "Otto the beaver-eater" I called him Mr. Otto. Seems Otto's "GrandMaMa" has "Kicked Off" {his words} and left him some "Coin" ~ He knows EXACTLY what he wants to buy (thanks God) and he "did seen" it in our stock on Sunday when we were closed. It's a Bright Blue Metallic Dodge Coronet "500" (Bucket Seats top of the line) 2-Dr. Hardtop with black vinyl roof & white vinyl interior. I show him the car. He's in love. He has brought CASH! $3,500.00 in a wide variety of denominations. He signs the order and in under 30 minutes he has seen the car, made the deal and paid cash. I go to my G.M. ~ Meanwhile the girls in the office have shut the venetian blinds and can be seen peeking out. The other salesmen have retired to the lunch room and are in hiding. Me & the G.M. are terrified that they are going to drive the car away & return with gun or knives and "take a refund". The place is on high alert. The Coronet is cleaned & serviced while they wait. NO OTHER customers enter. Some come on our property, and promptly leave! 15 Hell's Angels are spread out across the show room patiently waiting. After what seem like 4-ever & a day ~ the Coronet is brought around the front and parked out front. Otto the beaver eater smiles & goes to check it out. Our porter is bolting on TEMP plates and me & Otto are filling out forms. He is very nice. Horribly threatening looking, but pleasant. All done, the "Gang" has pretty much returned to the showroom floor and again is hangin' round. So.....
Otto asks the "family" how they like it. (Almost) everyone really really likes it, EXCEPT for "Killer" ~ Killer says, "It's one F##k#ng Ugly Son of a itch piece of hit car" WITH THIS, Otto lunges at Killer with his 40 pound each Mo-Cycle boots and procedes to kick Killer in the rear end, Killer looses his balance and Otto literally kicked Killer THRU the plate glass showroom window, as all the glass fell, showering our showroom with glass, damaging 2 cars with severe scratches, there's blood all over from Killer. Township police & ambulances show up. Killer refuses aid, his arm is cut fairly bad, and he refues help. Finally he gives in as we promise to put his bike inside the shop. We press NO charges (DUH). Reports are taken by the police. All Angels leave on bikes, Killer in ambulance. Otto in his new Coronet.
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The money was good (real) and the next day Otto appears with $500 to pay for a new window and spends 20 minutes making nice nice and saying his "sorrys" and that was pretty much the end of it all. Never saw the dud again. Killer picked up his bike and Ottos like 3 days later all bandaged up and said little. Our insurance paid for the damage to the cars on the floor. My commission was $67.00 and a lifetime memory! It's a vivid memory of seeing Killer sail thru the plate glass showroom window !

[Roadkill]

Must've been a cool experience.