My guest today is Billy Bennett, also known as Billy the Biker, who spent over 50 years living in the outlaw biker world.

Today, he shares how that life led him through crime, addiction, prison, and the moments that nearly killed him.

I grew up, I started, I was born in Queens Village.

Hollis, it was called. They're till about maybe five years old. First thing, the first taste of life I had was my grandfather put me on his

Indian, 1928 Indian chief for a ride around the block at five and a half years old. And I fell in love.

I knew I'd be a biker one day, but didn't know what it was at the time but uh he was a he was he was a tough guy too he was uh teddy rose rough ruff rider with teddy he was a captain and teddy's uh rough riders and he was a mason he did all kinds of crazy shit so I did that I grew up in, Queens for that. When I time I was six, I moved to the 11th town of Long Island. That used to be the potato fields. Eleven opened up Levitown in Nessa County. I moved out there, and I started getting in trouble already, like most kids do. But I was doing a lot of stupis of breaking windows and houses like an asshole so my

mother got me into the Cubscouts to go and get me away none of this stuff worked by the way so I'm

seven years old I'm in the Cubs Couts she's a den mother trying to calm me down and stuff and it was

working a little bit I never looked good and blue with a yellow scarf anyway so I knew it was going to

last that long so I was sitting there um I was a fight a couple of times with the

denmaster's son. His name was Schumacher. The kid was Danny Schumacher. I never liked the kid from

day one. Didn't like his name, nothing about him. So my mother bought me like a cow print chaps,

black and white chaps, a vest, a cowboy hat, I think I had.

I got a picture somewhere, and I'm not going to send it to you either.

And guns, cowboy guns.

So I went over in the backyard, jumped the fence to the adjoining neighbor, which was Danny Shacham, Schumacher.

Knocked on the door.

So can Danny come out and play?

I may remember this. I'm only seven years old. I pulled my, he came to the door. Danny goes, he goes, Danny comes to the door. I pulled my gun out. I never liked you, and I cracked him in the nose and broke the top of his nose. So that's Saturday after the weekday, we all got called to a big meeting. big meeting. My mother got kicked out of his den mother.

I got kicked out of Cub Scouts in front of everybody. So, I was the end of that. Did they arrest you for that? No, I was seven years old. What are you going to do? So by the time I was 12, my father says, that's not for him. He taught me out of box. My father was a badass box. He was only 5'7, which I'm shrunken to him almost now.

He had grapefruit biceps, eight pack. He was like a, he was like a brick shit house, man. He told me how I had a box when I was 12 years old. He built a ring in the backyard in Levertown. He had like, everybody had like a third of an acre maybe, 60 by 100, I guess.

He built me a boxing ring, put up a basketball hoop,

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