On a crisp Sunday morning outside this rural Southern town last spring, leather jacketed bikers rode their thundering Harley Davidsons down a quiet country road to a large red barn they call their church.<\/p>\n
The lawn was covered with glistening motorcycles and wide-handled choppers. The lot was crowded with bikers exchanging loud greetings and bear hugs as they waited for the Sunday service, which they call a \u201cworship rally\u201d\u009d to begin. Their leather jackets \u201d\u201c some deeply creased from years spent \u201cserving Satan\u201d\u009d \u201d\u201c bore patches reading, \u201cRiding for Jesus\u201d\u009d and \u201cJesus Saves Bikers too.\u201d\u009d At 10 a.m. the bikers joined hands, bowed heads and formed a large prayer circle that some might have mistaken for something else.<\/p>\n
Mike Beasley, the large ponytailed, bandana-wearing preacher of the Angier Freedom Biker Church, spoke out to his flock.<\/p>\n