The bikers stopped by for lunch and to relax outside in the sun. Locals stop by for a midi and a chat, or to catch a ride back to town with an obliging soul. Some watch the telly, others, like Chewie and I, shoot a few games of pool. Everyone is moving slow, except for those tending bar. An old, faithful dog lies near the warmth of a wood fire stove, unperturbed. The jukebox plays country songs and bids the tapping of toes, at least mine.
‘bikers relax in the sun’
‘The fastest barman in the west’
Tough 'House Rules'
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