There was this legendary, wicked, bad, place, in the valley that was run by Bandidos and featured neckid dancing girls.
I turned 18 in '83 and I just HAD to see the place I had heard all the guys tell stories about, so I rode my old Honda 350
down to see what the bikers had hidden behind that tall wall.
I was pretty intimidated when I parked the Honda and had to walk through a bunch of tough looking, hairy dudes, to get to the door but I made it in
where I was promptly ID-ed and asked if I needed change.
I got two dollars worth and headed through a maze of porn mags and vhs tapes, cigarette smoke, colored lights and loud
music.
The back of the house had lots of cheap doors that led to tiny closets with a chair, a coin-operated window, and a slot cut in the plywood wall for
tips (dollar bills).
Some of you may have heard of such places but back then, my hands were shaking by the time I figured out what to do with my quarters.
And there she was. A fully nude, 40 year old woman staring back at me and dancing to this song.
I'm 51 now and every time this song comes on the radio I still think of her.