A long time ago I stopped to help a biker after he took a nasty fall. 'Tiny' dressed out @ 300 lbs and sported the famous emblem of the Hells Angels on his vest. A few months later I went with my good polish catholic business partner Bob to a pizza parlour to hear mutual friend's bluegrass band ( Bob was the 'leader' of my island misadventure.) The only people there were a family celebrating their 12 Y/O daughter's birthday and two REALLY,REALLY big football players from the local college. Football players decided to catcall and insult the band's performance and play Rap on the juke box. I sort of staggered over ( post pizza and pitcher of beer) and asked them real polite like to shut up. They objected. I demonsrated anthropological non verbal communication by knocking their pitcher of beer in their direction. The two football players s-l-o-w-l-y stood up. I prepared in my disabled condition to egress. In a flash they began apologising and asked me to let them just leave quietly. I thought I must be in the same league as Charles Bonson, Chesty Puller and superman. Football jocks quickly slid out and left. I turned around triumphant. There was Tiny and 5 other bikers reaching inside thier vests for various ETS items. We all sang happy birthday to the 12 y/o. Bob said a prayer to Saint Jude. Moral? Always have a backup plan around disreputable characters.