Growing up in the Beiruti suburb Jouniyeh, Istambouly remembers seeing crosses in all of his classrooms. Nearly all of his friends were Christian. With a population of over four million, Lebanon has 18 official sects.

“When I started riding and I started realizing I have Muslim friends with me on the road [who were] better than Christian friends, that’s when I stopped caring [about religion],” says Istambouly.

Now his Sergeant-At-Arms—his second in command—is Muslim. As Istambouly often says, brotherhood comes before everything else.

Weeks later, at the Thursday night “Rock and Roll Pizza Party” at Fuel Bar, a decidedly-American hangout in the hip Mar Mikhael neighborhood, the sudden arrival of the Hells Angels are the furthest thing from anyone’s mind. Men and women relax outside the bar on their bikes, while bar-goers line up for free pizza. It’s been six weeks since the infamous group’s arrival. Bikers are still hesitant to speak openly of the Angels, although they are happy that for now, the outlaw group is gone.

The Rebels’ Sergeant-At-Arms, Mac Barazi, 35, stands away from the noise and asks a biker friend for a cigarette. The friend, who belongs to another club, punches Barazi and makes him promise that this is his last one for the night.

Barazi recently recovered from a rare form of cancer. The former mixed martial arts fighter prides himself on his strength and initially kept the diagnosis secret. He lost all of his friends outside of motorcyclists. Recalling the painful time, he says, “my brothers stood behind me.”