Biker Bar

I'm always down for a bar where you can buy a beer and a pickle.

On Friday night we rode our bikes out to Plainfield Station, a bar located on the edge of town. The place is surrounded by agriculture and is a good seven mile bike ride, each way. We actually rode out for a retirement luau, which was taking place in the park-like area behind the bar, but the night started to get chilly so I quickly set up camp at the bar inside.

Davis has a sort of reputation for being squeaky clean and well groomed, both of which this bar is not. Many of the luau-goers kept referring to it as a "biker bar," which, also, it clearly is not:

a.) The bartender is a pretty college graduate who, finally following her dreams, just completed cosmotology school.

b.) Oops, I Did It Again played on the jukebox.

c.) They serve vegetarian tacos.

d.) One of the televisions was showing an E! special on The White House.

Somehow, these facts don't really scream "biker bar" to me. Seems to me there should be more tattoos and less Britney Spears and maybe, I don't know, a motorcycle parked outside.

Several of us stayed for some pitchers of beer, long after the retirement luau had dismantled. Sometime after midnight, we all hopped on our bicycles and rode the seven miles home. So, maybe it is a "biker bar" after all. Even so, I wouldn't call it hardcore: one of the members of our biker gang has a hula hoop rack installed on his bicycle.

Comments

[Account Deleted]

Why a hula hoop rack??

[Sheena]

I love that!

[Bobbie]

I love this idea. I am interested in making one for my bike for use at Burning Man. Can you forward me this person's email address? Maybe he can give me some tips!
Cheers!