Motorcyclists gather at a bar-and-grille we pass on the way to Scouts on Thursday evenings. Everyone seems very cheerful.
There are certain places where the food is good and the parking lot is large enough to accommodate a fair amount of cars or bikes, usually on Friday or Saturday nights. And they advertise it, too. Not that they need to. Word spreads.
Most people are there just to enjoy the handiwork of others, and maybe a beer or two, but no one gets ugly drunk. They’re always respectful of others.