Two Angels were buried in my hometown cemetery where I grew up. I wasn't there for the internment, but a friend who witnessed the 'event' said there was a group of Angels who made the trip, but they were 'way-outnumbered by police and curiosity-seekers.
Bill, sounds like you interacted with the guys you ran-across appropriately. Thing is, you could do something 'wrong,' and they turn on-you and who-knows what the extent of "we had to teach him a lesson" would involve? You can turn-to Hunter S. Thompson's book "Hell's Angels" for an idea of what that could be.
Here in Florida it's Oulaws territory. Come Daytona, it can make for some tense times, if the two groups meet. I have seen them both, but never together at the same place, at the same time. If I found myself in that circumstance, I would immediately leave, as you don't want to be caught in the crossfire. I did see the Outlaws being rousted by the local PD and other LEO's at the H-D dealership, the law enforcement officers were looking for specific members on an outstanding warrants service.
I do have a 1% story. One overcast, cool winter day in the Ft. Lauderdale area (FL) I was cruising down I-95 on my 'widowmaker,' a Kawasaki Mach III 500 cc two-stroke triple, when up-ahead I saw a double-row/column of bikes. As I got closer, I saw it was a group of the Outlaws, all on H-D's, most single riders, a few were packing double. "If you can read this, the bitch fell-off."
I was overtaking them quickly, and I decided that like entering a cold body of water, the best thing to do is to "get it over, quickly." As I approached the 'tail' of the group, I cranked my throttle to the stop. I passed them on the right, as that was a clear lane past the entire group, while the left path was occupied by other cars.
The Mach III made short work of the maneuver, and I kept the throttle pinned. As I made space between them and me, I noticed a one guy broke-away from the front, and started pursuing me. I didn't waste time, widening the gap. Had he caught-up to me, I doubt the conversation would have been-about my two-stroke's great acceleration. By now I had quite a lead on the group, and the pursuit biker had given-up, and rejoined the group.
One of the characteristics of a two-stroke is that on acceleration, they emanate a cloud of smoke from the exhaust. When I turned-around after making the pass, i saw the entire column of 1%ers was stolidly motoring down the interstate, awash in my left-behind two-stroke blue haze. I assume they were all clenching their teeth, muttering oaths about the 'damn rice-burner' who 'disrespected' them.