Sounds like some of the bars I used to hang out in
PROVIDENCE, R.I. (WJAR) — Police in Providence, Rhode Island arrested 17 individuals Sunday morning after a confrontation between officers and people outside a known after-hours biker hangout.
I saw no colors. Used to do a little bidness in Delaware with the Pagans. Back in the seventies they rode to I believe Richmond and blew away a few of the Confederate Angels in their clubhouse. Nice bunch a fellas.
There was this place called The Blue Island Tap in Champaign, IL back in the 70s (it burned down early 80s) that was pretty rough. One night one fellow stood in the front door and made the mistake of not calling out his target when he started shooting. When the cops arrived, he was dead right there with (IIRC) 49 bullets in him from 8 different guns. The only other person in the place was the bartender who swore he was in the basement changing out a keg and didn't see a thing. I was the only white boy the couple of times I went there. I don't go to those kind of places anymore. Too old for that shit.
One night when I was still on the Radio I emceed a wet t-shirt contest at a rocknroll nightclub out in the boonies of MD. A $100 grand prize, $50 for the runner-up to the female with the finest as chosen by the audience. Of course the two finalists brought their cheerleaders. Lots of women. So the drunker/higher of the participants started complying with the demands of the audience to "take it off". As I recall about 10 took it all off. Crowd goes wild, club owner goes batshit crazy and starts yelling "LOCK THE DOOR"!!! He had the bartender, himself, and me to get the place calmed down. I sure loved the mid to late 70s and early 80s. Lotsa fun.
When I was first moved to Florida and had been dating my wife for about 6 months, one of her work friends suggested we try a new bar for our Friday evening hang out. I came straight from work wearing khaki slacks and a buttdown sh, since I’d recently been promoted to an office job. When I pulled up to the place, I saw a line of Harley’s parked out front and figured out that maybe I wasn’t going to fit in, appearance wise. I was very polite to the staff as I ordered my beer, but after about 30 minutes, one of the bouncers sat down at our booth to “talk” to me. I noticed he had a 2nd Ranger BN tattoo and asked him when he was there, since I had some buddies who had been there in the late 80s/early 90s. We got into a long conversation full of Army stories and ended up getting along real well. He finally told me that the bar belonged to the Outlaws and that he was cool with me being there, but that I should dress more appropriately if I was ever to come back. Lesson learned. My future wife remained oblivious.
What's a rougher bar than a Biker bar? A Lesbian bar where all the patrons are on the rag.
ReplyDeleteNot the usual names one sees at a "Biker Bar". Any crotch-rockets get towed?
ReplyDeleteI saw no colors. Used to do a little bidness in Delaware with the Pagans. Back in the seventies they rode to I believe Richmond and blew away a few of the Confederate Angels in their clubhouse. Nice bunch a fellas.
ReplyDeleteIn Providence 'bikers' are not the outlaw guys on Harleys.
ReplyDeleteThey are Black and Hispanic who race around obnoxiously on dirt bikes and ATV in the crowded city streets. There is criminal element.
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There was this place called The Blue Island Tap in Champaign, IL back in the 70s (it burned down early 80s) that was pretty rough. One night one fellow stood in the front door and made the mistake of not calling out his target when he started shooting. When the cops arrived, he was dead right there with (IIRC) 49 bullets in him from 8 different guns. The only other person in the place was the bartender who swore he was in the basement changing out a keg and didn't see a thing. I was the only white boy the couple of times I went there. I don't go to those kind of places anymore. Too old for that shit.
ReplyDeleteSounds to me like the cops went looking for shit and found it.
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One night when I was still on the Radio I emceed a wet t-shirt contest at a rocknroll nightclub out in the boonies of MD. A $100 grand prize, $50 for the runner-up to the female with the finest as chosen by the audience. Of course the two finalists brought their cheerleaders. Lots of women. So the drunker/higher of the participants started complying with the demands of the audience to "take it off". As I recall about 10 took it all off. Crowd goes wild, club owner goes batshit crazy and starts yelling "LOCK THE DOOR"!!! He had the bartender, himself, and me to get the place calmed down. I sure loved the mid to late 70s and early 80s. Lotsa fun.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was first moved to Florida and had been dating my wife for about 6 months, one of her work friends suggested we try a new bar for our Friday evening hang out. I came straight from work wearing khaki slacks and a buttdown sh, since I’d recently been promoted to an office job. When I pulled up to the place, I saw a line of Harley’s parked out front and figured out that maybe I wasn’t going to fit in, appearance wise. I was very polite to the staff as I ordered my beer, but after about 30 minutes, one of the bouncers sat down at our booth to “talk” to me. I noticed he had a 2nd Ranger BN tattoo and asked him when he was there, since I had some buddies who had been there in the late 80s/early 90s. We got into a long conversation full of Army stories and ended up getting along real well. He finally told me that the bar belonged to the Outlaws and that he was cool with me being there, but that I should dress more appropriately if I was ever to come back. Lesson learned. My future wife remained oblivious.
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