A group of us hit this biker bar after lunch. Tiniest damned bar I’ve ever been at, but on the weekends, it serves hundreds of bikers. I guess Friday afternoon is not considered weekend. 11 of us make the 340 mile round trip.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.