Somehow I, accompanied by a colleague at a conference at Vancouver, Canada, managed to finish our night with a trip to a bar in East Hastings. We walked in the door, the floors were particle board, as was the bar and all the fixtures.
Naturally I was concerned with who ran the bar. I was informed it was a Hells Angels bar. I got in a cab and left. My colleague decided to stay and party with the bikers.
She was wearing a kilt and blouse, I was in khakis and a blazer. This is relevant because I saw that out of the twenty people at the bar, most were in leathers, I'm quite sure if I stayed I would have been killed or severely beaten.
C.