Punk Bike Enduro

Saturday night, we head into downtown Pittsburgh, looking for some action. The Gandy Dancer is located in the old Pittsburgh Rail Depot, and it's a nice enough bar/restaurant, seemingly populated by the young, upwardly-mobiles. Maurice suggests we take a 31-block walk to the 31st Street Pub. I'm all for it. Instead, we corral Big Ed to drive us, first stopping off at the Voodoo Lounge, one of those pre-fab Harley bars, with the prerequisite black and white photos of Steve McQueen, Marlon Brando, et al, on the walls. Most bizarre is that the owners of the bar apparently trust no one, not even staff, to handle money. The bartenders must bring the money to the end of the bar where one of the owners runs the cash register, and makes change. After one drink, we split, arriving at the 31st Street Pub. This is a punk bar, stickers and show flyers cover every square inch. We're just in time to see local punk rockers, The Enemies of Yinz. What the hell is a 'Yinz?' Maurice explains: "you know; 'Yinz.' As in "Yinz comin' by for dinner later?" Uh, OK.