In Baghdad, the worst is close to the unordinary. In this city wounded by years of war, torn by the violence between the communities and threatened by Daesch, a bikers club has gained ground. The captain is Bilal. At his sides the pillars are Jalal, the tailor and Mohammed, the mechanic. Every Friday they ride in the streets of the capital flying the banner of their club, also embroidered on their leather jackets:  IRAQ BIKERS.