The story, outrageous but true, of John Hall, a Harley-riding hell raiser who founded the Pagans, a club the FBI called "the most violent criminal organization in America."

What a creative idea! Chimp Robertson has put together an anthology of rodeo stories from the famous and not so famous. Each story was written by the individual rodeo rider, and ranges from flat out funny, to pathos, to glad that wasnt me, to Every story sits tall in the saddle on its own merits, but put them all together and Chimp has created a fireside reader that will keep you entertained for hours; a great book to travel with, as a gift or to take to your next rodeo for autographs. Every rodeo cowboy/cowgirl has at least one incredible rodeo story, and Rodeo Stories relates some of the best ones. This book not only makes the 8 second buzzer, but it wins the championship belt buckle. Pull your cowboy hat on tight, nod your head to open the gate, and hang on for a great ride! Robert Lorbeer

"Rodeos" presents a fascinating history of this Western American institution,rom its rugged beginnings on the ranch to today's very lucrativerofessional circuits. This book captures the mystique of the cowboy and hislace in Western folklore, from the early days when groups of cowboys fromeighboring ranches met to settle arguments over who was the best aterforming ranching tasks to the multi-million dollar prizes and endorsementswarded to professionals today. Experience first-hand the energy, electricity,nd exhilaration of the rodeo through stunning colour photography andintage illustrations that tell the stories of these courageous and athleticodeo characters, and highlights of important moments throughout rodeoistory.

Stories by Laura Chester.

This is a reissue of the novel inspired by Hunter S. Thompson's ether-fuelled, savage journey to the heart of the American Dream: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold... And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas.