The Allure Of The RAC Man

In the café one of our band lets slip that he used to be an RAC man, a roadside assistance man, and worse he had that motorcycle and sidecar. 

Of course we are merciless. Of course we explain that we, yes all of us, at some point have had that daydream of wandering around Soho and stumbling upon the RAC-MAN AGOGO bar, and within, a stageful of lovely RAC men rotating a gaitered leg, tossing an RAC cap into the audience, saluting before leaving the stage naturally, and naked except for RAC gauntlets which an RAC man never removes while on stage no matter how high the money-note tucked into his waistband. He concurs and we all of us fall silent and gaze out the windows lost in our dreamy imaginings.