Lockdown Day 37: Tuesday 28th April, 2020 This bar was magic. I loved this fucking bar. I thought about moving in. We were on a rare tear, well off the reservation, deep in the red-light district and lost in that scarlet night. Living it, loving it and lapping it up. Since midnight it had been […]
blood, sweat and beers
Lockdown Day 36: Monday 27th April, 2020 Get the beers in Trick!” Desperate Dan yelled from the other end of the bar where he was practising his schoolboy German on a nice slice of Black Forest gateau dressed in little more than a blue bikini and suspenders. She looked pretty fucking amazing, but I doubted […]
Live to Ride
never play the game by someone else’s rules
a good piss interrupted by bad karma
the black that midnight would love to be
Lockdown Day 32: Thursday 23rd April, 2020 The parking lot was rammed, it was jamming. Petrolheads lounged around cradling coldies and checking out the industrial strength machinery slotted around the lot, flared pick-ups – Dodges and Fords mainly; rusty beaters – impossible to tell what they once were; V8 excess – Camarros, Challengers and Chargers, […]
long legs, tight tops and big… personalities
Lockdown Day 31: Wednesday 22nd April, 2020 I relaxed into my growing beer buzz and zoned into the mellow acid rock reverberating through the dusky room. There are times I just love chilling in a world of my own with a frosty bottle and fiery chaser listening to raunchy, driving heavy rock, not saying a […]
Tuesday wishes it was Sunday
Locdown Day 30: Tuesday 21st April, 2020 I rammed open the heavy oak door to peer into gloom. Jay was already in residence, camped on his stool at the bar in the far corner near the dartboard he believed to be his personal domain. Thirtyish, stout and heavy-muscled, curly dark hair a riot, leather bike […]
the wild side of gasoline alley
Lockdown Day 29: Monday 20th April, 2020 Mack’s Pheasant Plucker – best biker bar in northwest Chicagoland, if not the state. An oasis of beer and bikes and grinding rock’n’roll in a concrete wilderness of cross streets and commercial cack, sitting pretty off the Interstate at some bland, nameless twelve-lane crossroads, next to the best […]
clear skies, open roads and no borders
Lockdown Day 28: Sunday 19th April, 2020 Jesus, Trick. You kept that quiet. All these years and you never cracked a light. Is that it then? The reason for all the wildness, madness, restlessness, the endless road? You feel guilty? Guilty? You can’t carry guilt around with you for twenty-five years. It’s not […]