Ok, here's a little story for ya'll. I went to a Mustang cruise held by Mustang Monthly magazine (that's what the first pic up top is from), and it went over a few mountains. Well, to my great surprise, my master cylinder went sh!tsville on me while I was going up one of these mountains. As I approached the top of the mountain, I decided I better pull over before I died, and I just happed to pull into the most interesting place.
The place was called Carter's Mountain Girls Cafe. Picture a little shack turned into a bar, with a small dance floor (with 2 poles...very fancy) behind the bar. And to top it off, there was nothing but old, perverted, toothless hillbillies in it. lol!