Lockdown Day 34: Saturday 25th April, 2020 As Stonk slipped on his skullcap and Jay followed him, helmetless as ever, we jumped into Doc’s old chevy and took off down the freeway. It didn’t take long to reach the park. When we hit the parking lot, Doc said he was too drunk to walk sand […]
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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 […]