Ever stumbled upon a place so utterly taboo it practically screams “don’t even think about it”? There was this notorious biker bar right smack in the center of town—a real rebel’s fortress, no windows to peek through, and an aura thick with “you’re not welcome here.” Now, why would two scrappy kids, barely tipping the scale, barge in yelling “ANYONE WHO IS ANYONE DRIVES A KAWASAKI!” at a den full of leather-clad giants? Maybe the stars had a say in it—Mercury conjunct Mars sparking that wild chatter, Jupiter boosting the boldness, and a cosmic Grand Cross fortifying their unshakable bond, what I call “The Fortress Effect.” Could it be that crazy grins and astrological firepower make all the difference between a beating and a beer bought by the wildest bikers in town? Let’s ride into this quirky tale of daring, camaraderie, and celestial mischief. LEARN MORE.
There was a notorious biker bar in town. I had no particular interest in it, other than it was utterly and completely taboo. It was a new bar, that popped up, right in the center of town, on the main drag. People wanted it shut down. They picketed it. They debated this controversy.
I didn’t know if I wanted it shut down or not, but I did know I wanted to see inside it. It was mysterious and I was curious, I always am. It had no windows! I actually tried to get, Scott, to go there with me, when I was even younger. He said, “Hell no!”
Two years later, the soldier and I went to the bar. This came up in 2003, when he’s restoring my memories…
“It was my idea to go to the biker bar. It was your idea to try to get in a fight there! I just wanted to go see what it was like. I wanted to meet the people,” I said. “I just wanted to go in there and say hi or something. You know. Hello! I’m Elsa! Nice to meet you!”
“And I wanted to kick some ass!” he said. “I was a young punk and I wanted to fight some people! We’re lucky we didn’t get killed, P. Goin’ in there the way we did. Do you have any idea why we didn’t get killed?”
“I don’t know. Probably because we were grinning. That’s my guess.”
“Well that may be part of it,” he said. That goes along with my theory. My theory is they didn’t mess with us because we were crazy. You know. Most sane people won’t mess with a crazy person and we definitely must have seemed crazy. We went in there and just started yelling. We were screaming at the top of out lungs… all these Harley’s parked outside and we go in there and start yelling. “ANYONE WHO IS ANYONE DRIVES A KAWASAKI!” He laughed. “Now how crazy is that? That’s crazy, P. We were crazy. You weighed like 125 pounds, soaking wet. 130 tops. I didn’t weigh much more than that, myself! And yet we think its okay to go in some biker bar and start yelling our heads off like we know something.”
I laughed. “Well I thought it would be okay. That was funny! If you’re going to go somewhere you don’t belong, may as well make an entrance! What happened anyway? I don’t remember. Did we get in trouble?”
“No. We got in trouble some of the time but not that time. We got in no trouble at all and we were asking for it, obviously. We were begging.”
“Not me. You.”
“Yeah, it was me this time. You didn’t fight. The only person you ever fought with was me. But what happened was this: We went in there just a-yellin’ out heads off about riding Kawasaki. COW-AH-SAKIS! Should we spell it for you? Do you want us to spell it? Because if we need to, we will!”
He laughed and I roared. We literally stood at the door, and yelled this to everyone in the place. “ANYONE WHO IS ANYONE RIDES A KAWASAKI!”
“What did they do?”
“Well, they just looked at us. The whole bar. All these gnarly bikers and they’re just staring at us. I swear, P. To this day I don’t know why they didn’t stomp us into the ground. Because they were big and we were these little piss ant kids.”
“Yeah, but we had grins. We had dimples! So what happened anyway? They let us go?”
“No. No they didn’t let us go. They actually wound up buying us a beer!”
I snorted. “Well, okay!”
“Yeah. I guess they thought we were gonna sit and talk to them or something. You know. They thought we’d sit down and shoot the shit, but that’s not what we did. We weren’t going to talk to them.”
“You’re kidding. You mean we weren’t cordial?”
Of course we were cordial. We’re polite, P. We’re not rude people. We just don’t want to talk to you!”
I snorted and busted up laughing. “Why not? Why not talk to them?”
“Because we wanted to talk to each other, I guess. That’s what I’m saying, P. Where ever we went it was me and you, me and you, me and you. What do we want to talk to some bikers for? No reason. We had our own world. We orbited a world of our own. So we just sat at our table, drank our beers and then left on the Kawasaki. Bye! We said bye to everyone on the way out,” he chuckled. “We’re going to leave now. We’re going to get on a reeeeal bike… a Kawasaki, that is and we’ll see you people later!”
I laughed. “Then what? We left to do what next?”
“I don’t know, P. We left to go do the next thing we were going to do. That’s how it was back then. We just did whatever we wanted. We went wherever we wanted to go, whenever we wanted to go there and as long as we were together, no one ever bothered us.”
Astrologically, I give this to the composite Grand Cross in our chart. I call it “The Fortress Effect”. As for our yelling, I have Mercury conjunct Mars; he has Mercury in Aries. We both have Jupiter, strong!
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