This from a 1980s newspaper article clarifies the 'Hell's Angels' stuff a bit:
"...he described the metalflake, lavender-purple paint job....The first day he went out two bikers stopped him and asked what gang he rode with. When he said he was a loner, they told him, 'Man, with a scooter like that you need to belong to somebody.' So he formed Hell's Angels of St. Louis...within two months he had 65 men riding with him."
"They had no direct knowledge of the California Angels, but they did their best to live up to the image of drugs, sex, and violence, he said....Eventually he was selling drugs to support his $75 a day habit....every time he saw his mother, he said she asked 'Jim, when are you going to go to church with me?'"
"He was taking more drugs, smoking 'reefers,' doing uppers and downers and lots of LSD. "I liked acid,” he said....He...had nine bodyguards...He had seven 'pieces of property' — female slaves he called them — in the gang....All the while, his mother was pressuring him to go to church."
"Sunday morning he dressed in his Angel’s colors, the Levi jacket decorated with club emblems — swallowed three 'red devils' — downers usually taken by insomniacs — and set off tor church feeling somehow 'mellow'....He admits the hallucinations from the drugs may have made the service a little more impressive. but regardless of the cause he was moved....he went forward to the altar."
"From that day he never took drugs or drank again, Within a year he sold everything he had, including the Harley....to attend the Baptist Bible
College in Springfield, Mo."