Situated on a quiet alley off Walnut Street, the Bike Stop is the Gayborhood’s horny, chaps-wearing older brother. Porn blaring on big screens welcomes guests into the gay leather bar’s punky main floor, as leather-clad dudes mingle in dark corners about the room. Upstairs, the crowd congregates around a pool table for games and more drinks from a bar selling beer and cheap cocktails. If you’re feeling brave, slip down into the basement “dungeon,” which looks every bit the way it sounds. On any given night in the steamy, cave-like dwelling you could see anything from whips to guys in chains to a couple (or three?) doing things out in the open that would make Erotica-era Madonna blush.
