Philo Beddoe Reunion 2011

Those who've heard need only show up to experience one of the chillest good times events in these gold studded foothills of Northern California. From near and far over a single weekend in August weary two-wheeled travelers converge on the little slice of roadside heaven known as the Afterhours Honkeytonk.

Not a public wellhouse, rather a private drinking Club, the Honkeytonk has fed and entertained many a thirsty vagabond of taste and intrigue. You see, Gabe and crew do not take friendly to your typical roadhouse clientele. Farbeit from him to serve up a drafty, frigid pint to a fringe wearing electric start land pirate, Gabe demands that his customers be friends first, and garage built vintage chopper freaks second. All other types (sportbikers, H.O.G. riders, and vespa drivers) won't even be able to find the place. That's right friends, the legendary Afterhours Honkeytonk, like those swanky speakeasys of almost a century ago, is not for everyone. It's only for the chosen few who know its locale, and can handle the weight of its myth.

If you're up for the time of your life, replete with the finest of spirits and the savoriest of meats (not to mention the most sumptuous baked goods this side of the Yuba), then head on out for the Philo, a family reunion where if you're friends, you're family. Throwbacks'll see you there!

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Afterhours Choppers Halloween Party

Gabe, waxing philosophical about riding attire:

"See, it doesn't matter what color flannel you wear, it makes you look good on a motorcycle..."




Had a great time eating killer grub that Gabe always cooks up. Rain kept the hordes at bay, so I ate myself silly trying to make a dent. Rode an hour in the pouring rain, and Gabe was such a good host he threw my stuff in the dryer and loaned me some appropriate fits to complement my costume! What a host... What a party.