"The door wasn’t just heavy; it felt like a vault. Iron-reinforced, scarred with time, and bearing a sticker that simply read: “Keep Out.” Eleven-year-old Justin Miller stood outside for what felt like an hour, the late afternoon sun of an East Coast industrial town turning his fear into a cold sweat. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not here. This was the Hells Angels Clubhouse. A fortress tucked behind a derelict auto repair shop and a dusty rail yard, its windows painted black, its presence a p