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Rescue Rider Sawyer Join Montana and his rescue dog Sawyer, as they ride a motorcycle to explore dive bars, biker bars, and hidden gems.
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Discover off-the-beaten-path spots and unique stories on their adventurous journey!

06/10/2026

Did you know there’s a bar in New Mexico that was opened by a bootlegger the day after Prohibition ended?

Welcome to Silva’s Saloon in Bernalillo, just off the original Route 66.

Since 1933, the Silva family has been pouring drinks and collecting stories. Step inside and you’ll find dollar bills with messages, old license plates, decades of photographs, and enough oddball memorabilia to make you wonder if you’re in a museum that just happens to serve beer.

The hats hanging from the rafters belonged to old-timers who made this place their second home, and if these walls could talk, they’d probably need a shot of tequila first.

Silva’s isn’t polished. It isn’t trendy. And that’s exactly why it’s perfect.

Sometimes the best places aren’t trying to impress anyone. They’ve already survived nearly a century.

📍Silva’s Saloon
Bernalillo, New Mexico

4:30 a.m. this morning I left Shreveport, Louisiana, headed for Birmingham, Alabama.About 550 miles.If you’re driving a ...
06/10/2026

4:30 a.m. this morning I left Shreveport, Louisiana, headed for Birmingham, Alabama.

About 550 miles.

If you’re driving a Honda Accord, that’s just a road trip.

When you’re pulling a 43-foot toy hauler behind a one-ton truck, it’s a different story. Every mile feels a little more like an expedition.

What I didn’t know was that after recently having work done at a well-known RV repair facility, one of my three axles had been improperly adjusted. One of my tires was being rubbed by a piece of metal, and with every bump in the road, that tire was slowly being shredded.

Thankfully, I’m obsessive about inspections.

About 8:45 this morning, just 150 miles into the trip and somewhere in the middle of nowhere Louisiana, I crawled underneath during a routine check and realized one of my tires was on borrowed time. Another hundred miles and it very likely could have exploded.

And with 20,000 pounds behind me, that wouldn’t have just been expensive. It could have put a lot of people in danger.

Sometimes luck shows up wearing work boots.

I called a nearby tire shop and somehow they got me in immediately. While I was there, another customer waiting to have a SIX-FOOT tractor tire mounted happened to have a steel grinder with him and generously let me use it to solve the problem.

Seriously. You can’t make this stuff up.

After traffic, delays, and thirteen hours on the road, I finally rolled into Birmingham.

But something stuck with me from earlier in the day.

Just before discovering the problem, I passed one of the largest crosses I’ve ever seen. Now, I’m not particularly religious, but moments like today make you pause and realize that somebody, somewhere, is looking out for you.

Maybe it’s God.

Maybe it’s fate.

Maybe it’s just a reminder that there are still good people everywhere.

Whatever it is, I’m grateful.

Because today could have ended very differently.

Instead, it became another chapter in this crazy adventure.

And a reminder that sometimes the road doesn’t just test your patience.

It reminds you how fortunate you really are.

🚐🏍️❤️

And to the folks in rural Louisiana who helped a traveling stranger get safely back on the road… thank you. I’ll never forget it.

06/08/2026

If you’ve ever wanted to walk off Main Street, head down a set of stairs, and accidentally stumble into 100 years of Texas history, I’ve got the place for you.

Welcome to Arkey Blue’s Silver Dollar in Bandera, Texas.

From the moment you step inside, it’s like the clock stopped somewhere around 1920 and nobody saw any reason to start it again.

Is there sawdust on the floor? Yep.

Tables covered with butcher paper? Of course.

A fireplace that feels like it has heard a million stories? Absolutely.

And the actual bar itself? Tiny. Just a handful of seats, worn smooth and carved by generations of cowboys armed with pocket knives and too much time. Somewhere among all that history, Hank Williams Sr. even left his mark in the wood.

Then, just when you think you’ve seen everything, you turn around and find a Dolly Parton pinball machine because apparently perfect doesn’t mean predictable.

This isn’t some place pretending to be old.

This place survived being old.

And that’s what makes it special.

Cold beer, live music, sawdust under your boots, and enough stories in the walls to keep you entertained long after last call.

Sometimes the best bars aren’t found.

They’re discovered one flight of stairs below Main Street. 🤠🍺🎶

06/05/2026

Tucson has plenty of bars.

But only one of them has been pouring drinks in the same spot since 1934. 🍻

I’ve got the place for you.

The Buffet in Tucson, Arizona, started life as the Lantern Buffet just after Prohibition ended, serving railroad workers in the historic Iron Horse neighborhood. Ninety years later, the walls are covered in graffiti, the shuffleboard is still free, and somehow this legendary dive still manages to bring together college students, lawyers, musicians, third-shifters, pool sharks, and people who just appreciate a good old-fashioned watering hole.

This isn’t one of those places trying to recreate history.

It survived long enough to become history.

And that’s the kind of place I love.

🍺 Tucson’s oldest bar
🎱 Pool and shuffleboard
✍️ Graffiti-covered walls
🍻 A true Arizona institution since 1934

Sometimes the best stories aren’t hidden behind fancy cocktails.

Sometimes they’re written all over the walls.

06/04/2026

🌳🍔 I Have the Day for You.

Start your adventure at the Lyndon B. Johnson Presidential Ranch, where you can walk the grounds of the Texas White House and explore a fascinating piece of American history… and the best part? It’s completely free.

Then, just 11 minutes down the road, head over to Albert’s Ice House.

This place is something special.

A massive 600-year-old oak tree spreads its branches over the entire property, creating one of the coolest natural canopies you’ll ever sit under. The building itself dates back to the 1890s and once served as a dance hall, and today it’s the kind of place where you can grab a cold drink, relax in the shade, and enjoy some seriously fantastic food from their food truck.

History, Texas charm, incredible food, and one unforgettable tree.

Not a bad way to spend a day.

The plan is simple:Ride. Explore. Find cool places. Repeat.Next up:📍 Shreveport📍 Birmingham📍 ChattanoogaI’ve done my hom...
06/02/2026

The plan is simple:

Ride. Explore. Find cool places. Repeat.

Next up:
📍 Shreveport
📍 Birmingham
📍 Chattanooga

I’ve done my homework, but I’ve learned that locals always know something Google doesn’t.

What’s the bar, restaurant, roadside attraction, hidden gem, or absolute character I need to meet while I’m there?

Sawyer and I might just add it to the adventure.

👇 Let me know

06/02/2026

I’ve been to a lot of dive bars. Some try really hard to be a dive bar. Then there’s places like Cherry Bomb that couldn’t care less what you think.

Tucked between a laundromat and a taco shop, this place looks like the kind of bar your mother warned you about and your uncle secretly recommended. The second you walk in, you’re hit with punk rock, dark lighting, pool tables, cheap drinks, and the feeling that absolutely nobody is trying to impress anybody.

The jukebox is loaded, the drinks don’t mess around, and the whole place feels like it was built for people who prefer character over cocktails served with smoke and a TED Talk. If you’re looking for rooftop views and influencers taking selfies, keep driving. If you’re looking for one of the most unapologetically divey dive bars in San Diego, you’ve found it.

Cherry Bomb isn’t polished.

It isn’t trendy.

And that’s exactly why it works.

🍻 Have you ever walked into a bar and immediately known you were going to stay longer than planned?

06/01/2026

I walked into Bernice’s Tavern expecting a dive bar.

Instead, I accidentally stumbled into what appeared to be a Lithuanian summit meeting.

Within about 30 seconds, a very distinguished gentleman in a suit offered me food, everyone was laughing and talking, and somehow I felt less like a customer and more like I’d accidentally crashed a family reunion.

Which, as it turns out, is kind of the magic of Bernice’s.

This Little Lithuania institution has been around forever, but what makes it special isn’t what’s hanging on the walls. It’s the people sitting at the bar.

The owner had me spin a mystery wheel, which resulted in a mystery brown bag prize. What was inside that bag will remain between me and Bernice’s Tavern. Some secrets are worth keeping.

What I can tell you is everyone was ridiculously friendly.

You know those places where you stop in for one or two drinks and suddenly look at your watch and it’s 10 o’clock at night and you’re trying to figure out where your entire Sunday went?

Yeah. Bernice’s is one of those places.

Cold beer, great people, a little Lithuanian history, and apparently mystery prizes.

I’ve Got The Place For You.

🍺 Bernice’s Tavern
📍 Chicago, Illinois

05/29/2026

Most people stop in Mariposa on their way to Yosemite.

I stopped because I saw a sign that said Hideout Saloon.

Good decision.

Tucked away beneath this old Gold Rush town is a bar filled with dollar bills, live music, cold beer, pool tables, and the kind of locals who make you feel like you’ve been coming there for years. The place feels like a secret you weren’t supposed to find.

What I wasn’t expecting was dinner.

I’ve eaten all over this country chasing dive bars, and somehow one of the best dinners I’ve had in years came out of this little basement saloon in the foothills of California.

That’s the thing about places like this. They don’t need fancy marketing, influencers, or a neon sign the size of Texas. They just quietly do things right.

So if you’re headed to Yosemite, take a detour. Have a beer. Order some food. Stay longer than you planned.

You might just find your own hidden gem.

📍 Hideout Saloon
📍 Mariposa, California

I have the place for you.

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1237 Polk St
San Francisco, CA
94109-5543

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