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Article: Bikers gather to toss down frothy drinks.(Columns)(Column)
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- The Register Guard (Eugene, OR)
- Article date:
- August 26, 2004
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Byline: Bob Welch / The Register-Guard
Henry Moore, 53, shuts off his loud-and-proud bike and pushes open the place's glass door.
Black leather vest. Gray beard and ponytail. Weathered face, well toasted from a recent ride to Sturgis, S.D., for a Woodstockian motorcycle gathering. He has tattooed arms etched with a ball-and-chain tribute to his ex. Knuckles that have split a few lips. And hands that have wrapped around many a pool cue and beer mug.
He heads for the counter. A few people look up from their drinks. Finally, it is his turn to order.
"Iced mocha grande," he says.
It is Thursday night at the Starbucks fronting ...