hate turcs. miserable bro scumdish.

Turcs...because Lesiure World doesn't have a bar.

All publicity is good publicity: being geriatric myself--though not a biker--I visited Turcs for the first time only after reading this. I didn't see any salacious activity (pity), but I liked the crowd. My people.

Turc's is the kind of place you go once and don't go back. No one turns around when you come in the door, they all just look glumly at the bar in front of htem and emanate waves of hate. It's not exactly Saddleback Church, where oh, yes, you WILL BE WELCOMED, or even Wal-Mart.

You guys are totally overselling this place. Sounds bitchen--like a bar for haters.
Besides, Rebecca, do you really want to be welcomed when you come into a bar? Me, I wanna not have everybody turn around and look at me; I wanna not get thrown out, and I wanna bowla loudmouth soup. In about that order.
People start welcoming me and I feel weird--but then maybe I'm weird (don't answer that).

The old folks with really good stories go to the Prospector (they used to go to Fabulous Foothill). Think J.J. Cale.

The "I'm-still-a-badass" wannabe old folks go to Turcs. Think of any Earnhardt.