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Unformatted text preview: f the southern California boom, a place that felt out on the edge. Nicknamed “San Berdoo,” it was full
of citrus groves, but sat next door to the smokestacks and steel mills of Fontana. San Bernardino had just sixty thousand inhabitants, but
millions of people passed through there every year. It was the last stop on Route 66, end of the line for truckers, tourists, and migrants from
the East. Its main street was jammed with drive-ins and cheap motels. The same year the McDonald brothers opened their new self-service
restaurant, a group of World War II veterans in San Berdoo, alienated by the dullness of civilian life, formed a local motorcycle club,
borrowing the nickname of the U.S. Army’s Eleventh Airborne Division: “Hell’s Angels.” The same town that gave the world the golden
arches also gave it a biker gang that stood for a totally antithetical set of values. The Hell’s Angels flaunted their dirtiness, celebrated disorder,
terrified families and small children instead of trying to se...
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This note was uploaded on 02/25/2014 for the course MGMT 120 taught by Professor Litt during the Spring '08 term at UCLA.
- Spring '08