The Snake Pit

This was our gang back in the day on a run. We always ended up in places that looked questionable from the outside but usually the run down hole-in-the-walls were the best places to grab a beer and a burger.

I remember pulling into a little tavern in Oakland, Oregon and carving our names into the bar. They sold blocks that you could write anything you wanted. We picked an open block next to ones that were signed by some of the Oakland Chapter of the H.A. It seems that they stopped in just to see what the town was like seeing how it shared their city's name.

You never knew what you'd run into on the road.