In 1964, members of San Francisco's Hell's Angels motorcycle gang descended on Bass Lake in California for an annual party of beer, blunts and biker chicks. For the ruff-n-tuff organization, the small, isolated lake town seemed like an ideal evening-and-weekend hangout -- regardless of how the regulars felt about the matter. So is the case with a far less dangerous and more literally colorful group of bikers who regularly converge just outside Latte'Land's prime strip of Plaza sidewalk. When motorcycle enthusiasts on green, yellow, red and even leopard-skin bikes come roaring down 47th Street like bats out of ESPN2, they're most likely headed to the coffee shop to park their rides, chat and people-watch. But these bikers are more polite and welcome than the aforementioned Angels, says one Latte'Land employee. Sometimes they just want to glance around with somebody. "Every once in a while," she says, "one of them will call to ask if anyone's sitting out there yet."
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