Great wee place. A place truly run by bikers, for bikers. No nonsense, but a lot of home grown kindness shown to a stranger passing through.
You just know that its the right kind of place when the first thing you see after walking through the door is a bike in a glass cabinet.
And James Dean.
Loads of old stuff handing on the walls. Road racers of old; a homage to the UK biker culture from the Ace Cafe, the 'ton up boys' and generations of straight talkers.
And not a drop of alcohol in sight. Just mugs of tea and coffee, and pies. No nonsense. Just pleased to not be at work and out on the bike and in the company of like minded souls.
Just 4pm on any average Thursday afternoon. Later, it got much buisier. Maybe 3-400 bikes. Crotch rockets, streetfighters, Harleys, hardtail bobbers, old BSA's, Nortons, Vincents......Then the Mods appreared on their Vespas and Laberettas. Wary to come close at first, but gaining confidence later on. There was definately something else in the 'air' besides the good natured banter. It was living history. The Mods and the Rockers in the same car park - I mean surely it was going to kick off at some point? If it did, I sure as hell knew what side I was on. I mean; just look at them......... Then I remembered I was a middle aged man in 2010, and I got back to my half drunk mug of tea.
For a second though it felt real. And it was real, because all these these boys and girls have passion. They get it. They, and Squires Cafe Bar are the real deal. And, maybe, just maybe, after a good few years now of quietly serving an apprenticeship on the road, loving it, and sticking by it; so too am I.
Thank you Squires Cafe for the hospitality.
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