I'm calling bs, pretty sure I saw you there last week
I didn't say I go there any less, just not any more.I'm calling bs, pretty sure I saw you there last week
My nephew was a bouncer there at one time.
It could have been, but I've only ever known it as Night Trips since I first went there in the mid 90s.Wasn't this placed called something else, like, LaRouge? (probably not spelled right)
I was going to post that pic. I drove 100 miles each way to visit the red dog. Biker hang out at one time, then no leathers after.
Yea I remember it when it was a biker hang out. One of my "sisters" was married to the prez of the local Outlaws chapter. Tony died from cancer and John went to prison on drug charges. I miss Tony but only met John a couple of times.I was going to post that pic. I drove 100 miles each way to visit the red dog. Biker hang out at one time, then no leathers after.
My sister was engaged to the CEO of Champlain oil in Enid. She broke it off when finding out he had a bachelor party at the red dog.
She never got many points for smart.
A friend told me when he started working for Ma Bell back in the '70s, he was assigned to the west side of OKC, and he and his partner would frequently go to the Red Dog for lunch. He said there were groups of bikers and cowboys, and it wasn't unusual for brawls to break out between them, but they were like the ones in old westerns--if you weren't in it, nobody was going to drag you into it. You'd pick up your food and drink, a couple of guys would go rolling across the table, then you'd set your stuff back down and go on like nothing had happened.Yea I remember it when it was a biker hang out.
Haven't been since I was 16, it was an interesting night.
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