Ride on

In the seventees there was a bar in my hometown, quite rough and dark (in my memory) where I was not supposed to go to, being that young (16-). It was called “Ride on”.

The bar doesn’t exist anymore, but….we have a garage in town with the same name, which I visited and it felt like being in the seventees again.

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