| Funnily enough, a bar frequented by bikers. Instantly recognisable (so you'd think) by the rows of gleaming motorcycles that decorate the frontages of rural pubs, and large, hairy men in black leathers who hang around the doorways of city bars.
Inside, the denizens will stand around scowling at any who deign to enter sans cuir, as they discuss their bikes, their drunken exploits, their women and their travels, whilst quaffing beer and eating greasy food.
True or false? I have been in many such establishments, and, to be fair, rarely do they resemble this stereotype (though some were classified Very Dangerous Indeed). There may be some wild, hairy guys in leathers, but then there may be women too (increasingly is this the case...) It may be that the customers are neatly-attired (at most, in matching leather suits), drinking coffee and politely discussing current affairs or the contents of Ikea catalogues. And never, ever the scent of chain lube. Ooh no.
Never mind, another myth exploded. Except that the upstairs bar of The Salutation Inn in Nottingham was once bikers-only, and they'd posted a doorman to make sure the dress code was not violated. | 
