Da Stevo useta own a country beer joint outsida Austin, Texas 'bout 30 miles er so...You know the kind...Built in 1891..corrugated ol' rusty tin siding...a beer garden with a band stage outside and inside, a cupla bbq "smokerz" and pits outside, a huge Texas flag painted onda wall behind the bandstand, a place fer "turkey shoots", and horseshoes and...drankin' beer...Had character.. Kinda like this'n:

     (my scanner ain't werkin', but soon az it duz..I'll gitya some pics of da real deal inna future post...)...or this'n:

     Overda years It wuzza feed store, a hardware store, gas station, a church..anna ####house (tol'ya it had character) beforeda Stevo opened uppa beer joint in dat li'l town of less than a cupla hunnert folks or so...Lotsa bikers loved da place...and certainly did their part in keepin' da doors open...never hadda fight, either..close..but them thangz were curtailled fromda git-go...da Stevo din't take no ####..din't hafta...Da Law wuz on my side...

     Anyway...One day we hadda a cupla the usual miscreants drankin' and havin' a good ol' time and they started to feel the macho kick-in and commenced ta' go 'bout arm rassilin'..As usual, there wuz alwayz one ol' boy that wuz pretty good attit and the usual pretenders...Lotsa wimmin' were watchin' all this stuff and one brunette dame challenged one of the dudes and beat 'im soundly...I think she owned a pig farm a cupla miles downda road or sumpthin' but, in any event. she pretty much emasculated da dude...and cut a huge dent in his odds of hookin' up with any of the female "talent" runnin' around...

     This li'l vignette brings me to the real point of my blog...Danica Patrick and Ryan Briscoe...Dis dame heads (grandstands) out after Briscoe like she's gonna whup some #### or sumpthin' andya gitda feelin' that she knew it wuzza no-win situation fer Briscoe da minnit she took her first step towards his camp...I mean-like if he belted her, thankin' she wuz AJ Foyt or sumpthin'..he's a ruined man..If he jus' takes her toungue lashing he don't come out all that well either...a lose-lose deal ferda guy and win-win fer her...Thanx toda official that interceded and avoided the confrontation 'tween 'em, we were spared that awkward scene..

     Jus' like da mullet that took that dame on in my bar...DUDE...WHATDAHELL WERE YOU THINKIN'?!?!...By takin' da dame on he set hisself up to lose...If he beat her..he wuz SUPPOSE to...If he loses...he goes down in beer-joint history and lore az "'da as_hole that took onna dame in an arm-rassilin' contest and LOST..."

     That dude never came in my bar again, btw...