[Dive Dive My Darling] Mother's Tavern and the Oklahoma City Thing

Taylor Hamby/OC Weekly
Left my bra and my dignity at the bar!
[Editor's Note: We all know local music and dive bars go hand-in-hand. So in the interest of merging the two together on Heard Mentality, we bring you our newest nightlife column Dive, Dive, My Darling. Read as our bold web editor Taylor "Hellcat" Hamby stumbles into the dive bar scene every week to find crazy stories, meet random weirdos and guzzle good booze.]

"Stay centered, don't lean too much and hold on," instructs my friend Jessica as we get ready to head out for the evening--solid advice for a night of dive-by drinking. She straddles her 1978 Kawasaki KZ 200 and kicks the ignition a few times as I fiddle with my helmet. I've never been on a bike before. Jess rolls it out from the garage and once she brakes, I hop on back and bear-hug her tightly. Even as we ride down her quiet residential street, the adrenaline starts pumping. Like a kid being shielded from the scary bits of a movie, I peek over Jessica's shoulder, intermittently, between eye clenches.

We get going on PCH, my equilibrium settles after a few minutes and we go over a bridge. That's when I peak, and the realization hits that despite being incredibly vulnerable and bombarded by a flurry of naked wind, it's a Zen moment. There's a calmness within; you, the bike, and the darkened sea breeze are on the way to a bona-fide biker bar. Just as I'm really getting into it, we reach Mother's Tavern. Damn!--we're the only people who've actually arrived on a bike. What a bunch of pansies! Jessica pulls up front, right under the American flag, as she should.

We pop in and a cover band with a stand-up bass is playing loudly. We roll up to the bar and grab a seat. After being served tapped beers in Mason jars (no liquor here) by a young brunette, I turn to take in the scenery. Bright red walls are stapled with hundreds of defaced dollar bills. Peanut shells cover the ground, and bras and panties hang proudly from the ceiling. Maximum occupancy of 49.
Taylor Hamby/OC Weekly
Letting it all hang out

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Mother's Tavern

16701 Pacific Coast Highway, Sunset Beach, CA

Category: Music

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