Years ago I once went into a bar called Soupie's in Norwood, Ohio because it looked like a college joint from the outside. I somehow missed the rows of bikes parked by the front door...

So there I was a flimsy goth-looking nerd walking into a bar filled with bikers. Just like in the movies all the conversations stopped and all heads turned towards me. The bartender lady looked absolutely horrified that I was there. I'd obviously made one Hell of a mistake.

Thankfully I am a professional at graciously removing myself from bad situations unscathed. I ordered a vodka on the rocks and finished my drink ignoring all the catcalls, bottlecaps, etc. I smiled to the nice bar lady, gave her a generous tip and got the fuck out of there.

Thank you for directing me to part 5 before youtube burns it.