Centre of Reykjavik, Monday Evening. Hell's Angels burst in on the scene. Park their choppers and stand menacingly. The square clears.

I went up and said, "can I photograph your bikes?"

They looked at each other in disbelief and said.. OK

They were clearly unused to anyone walking up to them to talk. They expect people to scatter! Confront them with a photo opportunity and they turned around on their heels and scuffed their boots like 6 year olds being asked to join the choir.

Then these menacing guys turned into complete nervous puppies as I tried to get them to pose with their bikes.

Only Einar, The Courageous agreed to pose. I think it's because he had the

Harley that I liked.