- Sep 17, 2013
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Today I tried to ride my gravel bike on the Iron Ore Heritage Trail from Marquette to Ishpeming but faged out in Negaunee. It’s 15 miles one way all up hill away from the Lake Superior basin and my old legs let me down for the first time on this ride. I saw a sign for a bar in Negaunee that I never noticed before. My usual supper cool bar in Negaunee, that let you ride through it, is permanently closed, a victim of COVID. Sad, the old timers would move tables and chairs around to make a trials ride from the back door and out the front. This new to me bar was sketchy and dumpy looking, you couldn’t see in as the windows and door were covered in expired license plates. My bidons were dry so thrist overtook caution and I went in. No tables, a big circular bar, all retired iron miners or miners that lost their jobs when the Empire Pit closed three years ago. I had to avoid the stairs across the circular bar as I didn’t fit in with my bike nerd costume and vintage track racing shoes. F¥€K was used as a verb, adjative, subject and predicate. I wonder how you could diagram those sentences? I orderd a draft beer and almost fell off my bar stool when the cost was only $1.00 for a 12 ounce mug that was so cold that I got an ice cream headache. Hamms and Budweiser draft cost a $1.00 and Bud light and several others were $1.50. I noticed that the mixed drinks pore was like 4 shots with the mix on top, not the way a pro does it so the booze is on top and you taste the booze on first sip. No need to use deception here. I enquired about a license plate above a bar stool and it was the plate of a long term daily patron that suddenly died at that very spot. I’m going back. Great beer. There used to be a place up da road in Calumet, Mi, Evia’s, where draft beer cost 10 cents. Four of us went in there one afternoon and each put a dollar down. Then it dawned on us that that was 40 beers so we took two bucks back.