RobertJ.
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We spent two weeks in Vegas last October. I usually buy something cool, and this time I was shopping for a knife. I went to a store called Ventura Munitions because I saw on the 'net that they had knives. I didn't find one I wanted, but it was a pretty cool store that I hadn't been to before and I had fun looking around, and I bought a T-shirt with their logo. This was early in our vacation.
The day before we left town, my wife wanted to eat at a place called Mountain Springs Saloon. This was in the town of Mountain Springs, about thirty miles or so west of Vegas, and is a well-known biker bar. Every photo you see of the place has a bunch of Harley's lined up out front, and this was a Saturday afternoon, and there were not only bikes but groups of bikers outside drinking beer. There was no parking near the front, so I dropped my wife and her walker (she's disabled) near the front, and I went to park at the far end of the gravel parking lot. By the time I got back, a couple of these bikers were helping my wife and her walker up the stairs. Then this great big guy looked at me, saw my T-shirt (I had worn my Ventura Munitions shirt), and said, "Hey! My buddy owns that store!" Immediately we had a friend! He walked around with us, telling us all about the place, and his favorite things on the menu. He went by the name Gator and was a thirty-year army vet. We ordered our food, and he went back to his pals. When we were done eating and getting ready to leave, we went over to the picnic table he and his friends were at to tell him goodbye and what a pleasure it had been. His friends said that they all shop at that store, and when they found out we were from Oregon, the conversation turned to politics, and we stood there and discussed politics with them for a while. They were all very pro-American conservatives, so we were completely on the same page. One said, "I'm going to be able to tell people I met someone from Oregon who is sane!" Then I see Gator coming up to me, and he handed me his phone. It was his friend who owns Ventura Munitions! I said, "Hey, I wore your T shirt into this bar and your friends swarmed me!" He said "Yeah, that'll happen!" We chatted for a couple of minutes and I told him I'd look for him next time I was in his store. We said see ya later to all our new friends, then drove back to Vegas.
I have a few really good Vegas stories, but this is right up near the top of the list!
The day before we left town, my wife wanted to eat at a place called Mountain Springs Saloon. This was in the town of Mountain Springs, about thirty miles or so west of Vegas, and is a well-known biker bar. Every photo you see of the place has a bunch of Harley's lined up out front, and this was a Saturday afternoon, and there were not only bikes but groups of bikers outside drinking beer. There was no parking near the front, so I dropped my wife and her walker (she's disabled) near the front, and I went to park at the far end of the gravel parking lot. By the time I got back, a couple of these bikers were helping my wife and her walker up the stairs. Then this great big guy looked at me, saw my T-shirt (I had worn my Ventura Munitions shirt), and said, "Hey! My buddy owns that store!" Immediately we had a friend! He walked around with us, telling us all about the place, and his favorite things on the menu. He went by the name Gator and was a thirty-year army vet. We ordered our food, and he went back to his pals. When we were done eating and getting ready to leave, we went over to the picnic table he and his friends were at to tell him goodbye and what a pleasure it had been. His friends said that they all shop at that store, and when they found out we were from Oregon, the conversation turned to politics, and we stood there and discussed politics with them for a while. They were all very pro-American conservatives, so we were completely on the same page. One said, "I'm going to be able to tell people I met someone from Oregon who is sane!" Then I see Gator coming up to me, and he handed me his phone. It was his friend who owns Ventura Munitions! I said, "Hey, I wore your T shirt into this bar and your friends swarmed me!" He said "Yeah, that'll happen!" We chatted for a couple of minutes and I told him I'd look for him next time I was in his store. We said see ya later to all our new friends, then drove back to Vegas.
I have a few really good Vegas stories, but this is right up near the top of the list!
