Rolling up to Knuckleheads on a chopper ensures a pleasant reception. For those who take four wheels to get to the East Bottoms saloon -- perhaps to catch one of its excellent rockabilly shows -- well, all that leather can be a little intimidating. But consider this: A few months ago, some amateur moron trying to impress his biker babe peeled out of the gravel and slipped, knocking over an entire row of much-loved motorcycles; contrary to what you'd expect, he didn't end up in the hospital. Knuckleheads can't extend a much friendlier invitation than that.
