So it should come as no surprise that on Saturday night, after a lovely day in Napa, we googled a certain address and staked out here:
You'll have to excuse the grainy picture. It was taken with my iPhone while sitting in my car across the street and attempting some level of subtlety (who am I kidding).
I desperately wanted to go knock on the door, but Shelly wasn't going for it. But I was going to at least investigate . . . so I walked across the street and snapped a few more pics:
the little alley way alongside the clubhouse
my favorite capture of the night
the Hells Angels aren't known for the accuracy of their punctuation,
but at least they have their own Bail Bonds co. for when they catch a case!
After my little photog escapade, I got back in the car--windows down--where Shelly and I sat for another 20 minutes or so (brainstorming reasons to knock on the door). Just when I was about to summon the courage, Shelly nudged me, wide-eyed. I looked to my left and saw a huge, angry looking "Angel" staring at us from the clubhouse door, likely wondering WTF two girls were doing posted up outside the Hells Angels clubhouse snapping pics like paparazzi.
I rolled up my window and sped off without a second look.
Despite our brush with Tiny, this was a big deal for me, people. Do you realize this Oakland Hells Angels clubhouse is the original? Like, where it all began? Next time I just need a more detailed plan. Any ideas? ;)
Oh, and one of the best parts: