It was only 10 p.m. on a Friday night in early December, but the Double Play bar in Potrero Hill was almost at capacity, teeming with a couple hundred bikers who had roared up 16th Street on massive, gleaming Harley-Davidsons. The bikers had parked their Hogs illegally on the sidewalk, and swaggered to the door past yellow police tape that had been put up as ironic decoration. Inside, the place was a sea of testosterone and leather. A horde of burly bikers, some holding their helmets in their hands, were crowded around the bar, pounding... More >>>