Where I worked in Pasadena CA, a couple of older guys climbed on a Honda 90 and headed for the main street. They rode into an old famous bar and grill on a par with Musso and Franks in Hollywood and pulled up to the bar. Fortunately, they knew the manager.
Just out of highschool, a friend of mine did 90 days in jail (geol for the Brits) and we met him with his bike when he got out. The entire club then rode from the county lockup to Venice beach. In 90 days (or maybe it was the 9 beers?) I guess you forget a lot about riding because he forgot to put his feet down 3 times in a row when he stopped to talk to some girls.
