So it’s 1987, and me and my buddies, all home from college, pull into a bar somewhere out in the sticks near Aurora, Illinois. It borders an abandoned railroad spur and corn and soybean fields surround the gravel parking lot. A rank of gleaming Harleys resting at a slight tilt sit muffler to fat muffler along the walkway. You’d think this wouldn’t turn out so well — Midwest college boys mingling with the Lords of Anarchy. But all you gotta do when you walk inside is listen to the music.
The jukebox is playing “You Got That Right” by one of those few bands both outlaws and punk kids could bond over: Lynyrd Skynyrd. Next thing you know, we’re shooting pool and chilling with the bikers (albeit with wary hands on our wallets) as another “best of” cut, “Gimme Three Steps” kicks in.
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