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Sheridan WY

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hahaha, I made this post last night after a few drinky poo's and it got deleted pretty fast. So I will repost it with a better narration. Bear with me: Cannonball run from Huntington Beach, Ca to Sheridan. Met a cute girl in HB, ten yrs my jr. We had a few friendly drinks after work and talked about cool bars. Her Pa invented a cool auto part. She was a part time "general merchandising clerk" where we worked in the same building, and I had a fresh BBA. My first job out of college. I got off on Thurs at 2 pm and we drove her orange 911. At the time I had an early chevrolet muscle car, and once owned an MGA, but that Carrera felt it was on railroad tracks and my butt was on the ground. Her parents were quite successful and upon graduation, her Dad gave her an international orange 911 Carrera. with the vinyl bra where she did a booboo. (she rear ended someone, just a tap, but it dented the hood and she didn't repair it. She just put a black vinyl bra on it). So we did a road trip to the Mint in Sheridan, Wyoming. I had never been to there before. I had dreams of nookie all night when she laid the bomb on me just outside Elko. Her fam had a condo in Huntington Beach, ( I knew that)A ski lodge in Vail (I knew that too, as she said when she was hired, that come ski season, she would quit because she made $50-60k per season as a waitress in an popular apres ski bar in Vail )and her family had an old family cattle ranch in Sheridan. And most importantly her ole horn dog lover boy lived in Sheridan. The only boy she ever loved. (fuk me running) So we make it to Sheridan and hit the MINT. Holy Krap. Truly the best bar in the world. Live band playing Waylon Jennings at full blast, "straighten the curve, flatten the hill" at 100 decibiles, and all the stuff on the walls and ceiling going back to when you tended cattle and grew hay and the world had not yet gone to war. Then the live band played the Allman Brothers tunes, you had to shout at the bartender to get your free glass of beer, when you bought a shot for a buck. Friendly down to earth folks who treated me, from California, a stranger, like family. Her divorced 53 yr old aunt came to have a drink with my orange carrera girl who promptly left us and did a Houdini with some skinny dude in a black sombrero but her aunt stayed at the table and we danced that night away. I flew back to SJO and asked her Aunt to come with me. She said No. I got roots here. Best damn bar in the world circa mid 1980's.