I'm involved with the jubilee procession because the Queen's watch-word is... wait for it... 'inclusivity'.

A customer at my motorcycle workshop, a BBC director who'd been working with the organisers, decided that I was a bit of a character and so suggested that I take part.

I've been riding since I was 11 - and my first experience was a crash

The original concept was to have 50 Hell's Angels in the procession, but that's now changed to 50 motorcycles from across her reign.

Unfortunately there are a few gaps between 1952 and 2002 when the British motorcycle industry wasn't manufacturing anything, but we've managed to get enough riders.

When over an afternoon cup of tea, one of the organisers said he wanted 50 Hell's Angels in the procession I brought up the subject of our public notoriety and asked if he was sure that he wanted us to do it.

It's not just bikers taking part - Ozzy's invited too

I didn't think that the public - or the press - would accept it in the spirit it was intended; and I didn't think the club would be up for it.

When I mentioned it to the London chapter, a few thought it was a big joke. But the majority thought it was fine so long as I didn't bring the club into disrepute.

That was almost the same as the conversation I had with the organiser, that I didn't want to bring the Queen into disrepute. Apparently she's quite chuffed at the idea of a 'loyal rebel'.

Hooked from the start

Am I doing it for Queen, country, or biking? It's all three. I'm proud to be English; I'm not a monarchist but I've got respect for the Queen, the Queen Mum and Prince Charles; and I absolutely love riding.

Snob now runs a bike business in west London

And I'm doing it to raise money for Kidscape, a charity which tries to stop bullying. My son, Daniel - who'll be riding with me - has suffered terrible bullying at school, as did I.

I've been riding since I was 11. My first experience was a crash. My older brother showed me how to start the bike, how to put it in gear.

What he neglected to show me was how to stop it. So I went hurtling down the garden towards the privet hedge and catapulted through the hedge into the road. A car screeched to a halt and I just lay in the road thinking, 'Wow!'

The Queen's quite chuffed at the idea of a 'loyal rebel'

Going out on a motorcycle allows me to be free, to express myself and to ride pretty much within the legal system. I always say that if motorists stuck in traffic get fed up with bikers passing them, they shouldn't get mad, they should get even - and get a motorcycle.

Instead of sitting in a car, behind a car, behind the car in front, get on a motorcycle and get to the head of the queue.

Need to belong

I'm coming up to my 18th anniversary as a Hell's Angel, but I first got interested after reading an article about the club when I was at boarding school.

"My son's suffered bullying at school, as did I"

It told of how the bikers used to go to hick towns and get hassled by the sheriffs as soon as they arrived, and how they gained their strength from being together.

Having been constantly told at school that I was different, that I was stupid - I'm actually dyslexic - I read it and thought, 'That's me, that's what I want to do.'

I picked up the nickname Snob long before I joined the club. When I was 16 my friends came from working class families and because I spoke well, they called me a snob.

Now everybody calls me Snob - except my mum. She calls me Alan.

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