Ghosts & the Supernatural – I have encountered many outlaw bicycle clubs during my lifetime and even have a connection with some of them. I have seen: The Louisville Outlaws, Bandidos Outlaw Motorcycle Club (in Texas), Oakland Hell’s Angels, San Jose Gypsy Jokers, Monterey Losers and the Stockton Skulls. I have a female cousin that was once the property of a Hell’s Angel.
I have a male cousin who is an actual member of the San Jose Gypsy Jokers. I have ran into the Stockton Skulls at a Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young / Buddy Miles Concert in Stockton, where the Skulls went up against the Stockton Police. The police broke up this concert by tear gas and swinging their batons. The year was 1968.
Bikers at times live a harsh life. One urban legend tells the sad story of the Lone Wolf of Highway #1. The story goes, that the Lone Wolf who was not part of any biker gang found his girl with an outlaw biker gang called the Bakersfield Blackhearts (now defunct). The Lone Wolf found her being intimate with 3 members of the Bakersfield Blackhearts. The Lone Wolf seeking revenge shot one of the bikers that was fooling around with his girlfriend. The Lone Wolf hightailed it out of the valley and made it to Highway #1, where he would be far removed from the Bakersfield Blackhearts’ territory. As he was headed up Highway #1 towards Big Sur, he did not realize he was being followed by a truck. Inside the truck was one of the Bakersfield Blackhearts. When they reached a steep winding area of Highway #1, the truck smashed into his bike. The Lone Wolf plummeted onto the cliffs. When his body hit the jagged rocks, he was instantly dead. The year was 1964.
People now claim that they see a single headlight coming at them fast from the rear. The single headlight will follow them for a few minutes and then vanish. In 1970, I was traveling on Highway #1 in a 1965 Dodge Coronet Station Wagon late at night on Highway #1 with my then girlfriend Raquel Nunez. I was leaving Raquel Nunez’s father’s ranch – The Sanchez Adobe Ranch. I was bringing Raquel back to San Bruno where her home was and she claimed that a motorcycle was tailing me and was very close to my bumper and to be careful. When I looked in my rear view mirror, I saw no motorcycle. She claimed up and down she saw the single bright headlight of a motorcycle on the rear end of my vehicle.
I didn’t see it, but perhaps…just perhaps….I was being followed by the Ghost of the Lone Wolf.
Paul Dale Roberts
Haunted and Paranormal Investigations International