This is a really bad photo, and a crappy scan, but I've included it because those factors are pretty symbolic of the place itself. This was a small town somewhere in the Nevada highlands (I need those maps, Fraser!) that we stopped in for a drink, toilet, etc. The bar we went into had not only had a scary mean ole barguy who was down on us for ordering Heinekin (as if I was going to order a Bud!) and then for asking him for matches.
I'd been wondering why there were two chicks with big hair and sequins in a pub that was basically just a pokies joint, when it all became clear. They were going to sing. You know, right now I really can't be bothered finishing this story. Let's just say we were lucky to get out of there alive and I was glad when I saw this sign because I thought 'maybe they'll all take their families there and kill them'. That might sound mean, but dammit, those girls were a country and western duo!