We have a few more than in the movie, but I figure that I'm the Tim Allen character, Randy, (behind me) is the John Travolta Character, Andre in the back left is the Martin Lawrence Character because he's the only one who has some level of ethnicity, and Rich, in the middle of the back row, because he's the mild mannered one on a Sportster, is the natural for the William H. Macy character. Eric on the right of the back row gets to be his own man in this since we don't have a character for him. You will also note that all of us have torn sleeve shirts, while Rich, coming right from the office, is in a button down dress shirt. I had warned him NOT to dress like a lawyer, but he did anyway. Andre got out his pocket knife and we were going to slice off his sleeves, but Rich vetoed that idea. So we saddled up and headed out into the country for a nice ride.
45 minutes later we pulled up at the City Hall Saloon. Rich's first words were "where the hell are we, are we still in Washington?", and second words were "I'm going to get in too much trouble here." He tried to buy a t-shirt but the bar didn't have any for sale, and so we went in anyway for cheap tacos and drinks.
There were probably 100 bikes in the parking lot, and the large outdoor patio was filled to the rim with bikers. 90% of them with sleeveless shirts. Rich at least had jeans on, but Andre again took out his knife to try and slice off Rich's sleeves but we weren't able to get him to hold still long enough.
After a few drinks, a few tacos, and much people watching, we decide to head back to Issaquah before it got too dark and there were too many drunk bikers on the road. In Issaquah we all went our separate ways, and by the time I had gotten home there was an email from Rich saying "thanks, had a blast -- first thing I did when I got home was cut the sleeves off one of my old flannel shirts." We'll make him a biker yet!