By Raybound
The Starlight Bar certainly lived up to its name. The half hour drive out into the desert was transformational. With the light pollution of the city gone the whole sky was an inky blackness, punctuated by innumerable twinkling lights. I drew my vintage VW Bug cabriolet into the parking lot amongst the hordes of Harleys and pick ups.
The bar’s name flashed in blue neon and country rock blared from the interior. I sat for a couple of minutes, contemplating what I was doing, weighing up both the risks and the benefits. I had seen online that the place was a hangout for bikers and leathermen, the latter being what drove me.
I thought that I would just have one drink and see the lie of the land. This was certainly no place for a preppie looking thirty something. I wasn’t naive, I knew that I might easily be swept out of my depth here. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer.
