lumen lounge
the lights, the sound, the spectacle
5000 kirby. | houston, tx 77098

If you were president of the A/V club in high school, then you probably have a bigger TV than I do AND Lumen Lounge just might be your favorite new bar.
Situated just south of 59 across from Armadillo Palace, Lumen Lounge is a spectacle of lights, sound and beautiful people. Joe Arbeely, proprietor and, conveniently enough, the owner of an audio/visual company, has created a sensory experience for the patrons of “The Kirb.” Mr. Arbeely uses the latest A/V wizardry to transform his cozy space into multiple environments of drinking enjoyment. One minute you’re ordering a martini from an underwater bartender, with projections of bubbles and waves, the next minute, a modest/non-Daddy-issue-having dancer is cutting a rug on a table of fire. While most places use the smoke and mirror approach to mask an inferior product, Arbeely has used his eye for detail to create a well-designed space that smoothly transforms from a lounge into a club as the night progresses.
“We wanted to bring the Vegas feel to Houston, but in a comfortable setting,” says Arbeely.
From 6-10 on most days, Lumen is a relatively laid-back lounge with plush, wall-length couches, lots of stone texture, wooden accents and around 15 tables. The curtains are still down, literally and metaphorically, for the happy hour crowd to enjoy a few drinks and soon enough, a few bites. Joe has plans to develop a premium wine and food menu to help satiate the appetites of the hip and hungry, and alleviate any reason to leave. Add in a patio that’s practically on Kirby and you have yourself a full night of wining, dining and “damnit my ass fell off again from dancing so much.”
“Our goal is to bring the energy and fun of Vegas while keeping everything upscale. Molding ourselves to the Kirby scene as it grows,” says Joe.
Around 11pm, the actual curtain that splits the lounge in half is lifted and the floodgate is open to a bevy of short skirts, bottle service and the sweet smell of perfume, hormones and possibilities. Lumen’s sound system, which is just as impressive as the light show, places the DJ squarely between your eardrums to live in infamy for a few days. Lest you forgot how fun the night was. Since this a Vegas-style lounge/club, make sure to reserve a table and pony up for bottle service. Comfort and the proper vantage point is key to success. If you’re partying on a Duff beer budget, then suit up, practice your British accent and carry around a soccer ball. You never know.
The Vegas theme continues by way of import DJs spinning regularly, aerial silk performers stopping by and a little nod to the service industry on Tuesday nights. Given the success thus far, keep an eye on the calendar, as I’m sure more excitement is in store.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

sundance cinemas
a new kind of adult theatre
510 texas ave. | houston, tx 77204 | www.sundancecinemas.com

Nooo, get your minds out of the gutter, people. What kind of magazine do you think we’re running here? Sundance Cinemas, located at Bayou Place downtown, is where grown-ups go to watch movies. Let the kiddie table head over to the Megaplex, because we like our movies served with bistro-style grub, local craft brews, amazing sound/picture quality and a relaxed atmosphere, i.e., no screaming toddlers, Captain Text Message or Mr. Tiny Bladder. Well, that last part might not be completely accurate, but Sundance is definitely setting a new standard for movie lovers and entertainment seekers alike.
Sundance Houston is the third installment of the movie theatre extension of Robert Redford’s Sundance Group.
“Houston is a thriving cultural center and I am particularly excited to have found such a perfect home for Sundance in this city,” says Redford. Sundance takes pride in showcasing vibrant, emerging artists and filmmakers, and Houston was chosen over many other cities for our reputation of supporting the lovely right-brainers.
After a $2.25 million dollar renovation of the old Angelika Theatre space, this eight-screen cinematic masterpiece is Houston’s new home for independent and specialty films. However, you shouldn’t consider this an art house theatre, given the fact that it took over five years to develop the plush, ergonomically perfect theatre seats for which your posterior will forever thank you. And a pleasant twist, you actually reserve those seats online or at the box office. With a little planning, you’ll never have to sit in the neck-breaking front row again. Take that, over-priced chiropractor!
“What differentiates Sundance are the amenities and stress-free user experience. The idea is to create a calm, unique setting so people truly enjoy their night out,” says Nancy Gribler, VP of Marketing.
You’ll agree when you take in the overall décor, which utilizes earth tones, wooden textures, brown leather couches and even brushed metal marquees to point you in the right direction. Inside each theater you’ll find dual seating with a cleverly built middle console/table to enjoy some top-notch movie fare. The design keeps everything feeling warm n’ cozy even though it’s a massive space.
The lobby has its own pre/post-movie socializing area where you’ll also find a bevy of nontraditional movie watching edibles. The concession stand serves up gourmet hot dogs, specialty pastries, Dublin Dr Pepper and Pelegrino, for example. That’s a big step up from stale popcorn and a possibly already opened box of Twizzlers. Adjacent to the concession stand is The Sundance Bar. A full-service watering hole that will mix any cocktail your heart desires and doesn’t skimp on its support of Texas brewers, St. Arnold’s, Southern Star and Shiner to name a few. Is it starting to click why we have a theatre in the bar section of the magazine? The food menu includes specialty pizzas with unique toppings like shrimp ceviche and Mom’s meatloaf; sourdough grilled cheese; BBQ chicken quesadillas and Chambord chocolate brownies. It’s a one-stop shop for dinner, drinks and a movie.
Supporting all things local is a top priority for Sundance. There is a mini-art gallery that rotates local artists every three months and the theatre has been chosen as one of the locations for the 2012 Houston Arts Society Film Festival.
“We’re proud to be affiliated with such a great group of local organizations that serve the arts and members of the community,” said Redford.

In that spirit, on January 26, 2012, Sundance Film Festival USA will have a special screening in Houston. A film and a filmmaker are plucked mid-festival from snowy Park City, Utah, and sent to Houston for a special presentation of their film, including a Q&A session.
“Houston has given us such a warm reception since the moment we announced our opening and we couldn’t be happier to be here,” says Mrs. Gribler.
Houston 1, the rest of the country, 0.
P.S – Don’t worry about parking. Sundance will validate up to three hours at the Theatre District Parking Garage. Nice.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

roak, otc + hendricks pub & eatery
the triple threat
3320 kirby dr. | houston, tx 77098

Good things come in threes: 1. The Triple Lindy; 2. Captain Kirk’s ears (the left ear, the right ear and the final front ear); 3. The Hanson Brothers (if you just imagined the boy band and not the movie Slap Shot, bless your heart). To this effect, the owners of ROAK, OTC and Hendricks Pub & Eatery have created a triumvirate of entertainment for us merry-dwellers on Upper Kirby, just north of 59.

We start the day at OTC, a beauty of a patio bar, where Texas-sized drinks and Texas-sized drinking are aplenty. You can choose from ten different over-sized margaritas, complete with an array of flavored sugars and salts; a bevy of cocktails including the Mo-ji-t-Ohhhh and the Sir Sony Brambler with lime, Sapphire and simple syrup; or go full-on Frank the Tank with a Sunday Funday Special, the OH-T-C Bucket, a bathtub filled with 18 bottles of your favorite barley and hops. The theme of indulgence carries over onto their menu as well. The OH-T-C Wing Bucket comes with 50 wings and your choice of sauce. So many tasty little chickens, so little time. To note, you can order anything off the Hendricks menu and they’ll walk it right across the parking lot to you. Smart. OTC also delivers on your favorite outdoor drinking activities: corn hole, ping pong, pool table and, my personal favorite, people watching. Natalie, the GM, has provided a stylish touch to a great bar space, which the ladies will appreciate, while making sure the guys are happy with multiple big screens and all the sports packages you can think of.
Time for a change of scenery? Walk 25 feet over to Hendricks Pub & Eatery, an English-style pub with the best eats and drinks from across the pond and beyond. Inside you’ll find many leather-bound booths and the smell of rich mahogany. A perfect setting to enjoy their three-part menu: “all day,” “late night” and “brunch.” Start in England with bangers & mash, move on to Greece with a gyro pita and always end in the good ol’ U S of A with the Hendricks original pub burger. Make sure to come back for brunch and grab some Belgian waffles with your crab cake eggs benedict. Tasty. There is no shortage of options at Hendricks, which includes their list of draft beer. Owning Taps House of Beer on Washington also helps when populating behind bar. They’ve brought over the staples like Stone, St. Arnold’s and Sam, but also some lesser-knowns like Victory Golden Monkey and Wasatch White Label.
Now that our belly is full and our liver working overtime, it’s time to find the nearest dressing room/SUV and put on our fancy duds for ROAK. It’s a little South Beach, meets Vegas, meets LA – on Upper Kirby. Indeed, an interesting mixture. During the day, you can enjoy the pool scene with 8 different cabanas, poolside service and a full offering of sunshine drinks like frozen Bellinis and Sangria. But, when the sun sets, it’s time for the show – marble bar tops when you enter on the blue carpet, LED lighting synced up to the music, booths for bottle service only and eye candy galore. Opulence, it has it. I do enjoy an over-the-top club when done well and ROAK is hitting the mark. There’s more than a good chance you’ll see a few local and even non-local celebs enjoying the bubbly, so be cool and give them a head nod like you know them. I love doing that, so confusing.

All in all, you can spend a full weekend at this triple threat of bar magic and I suggest you do just that.

By Clayton Graves | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

prohibition
al capone approved
5175 westheimer road. | houston, tx 77056
281.940.4636 | www.prohibitionhouston.com

This is no ordinary clip joint, gin mill, jolly up or wingding. No siree, Prohibition, a new speakeasy inspired bar, is bringing all the good times of the 30’s (minus the bank robberies and tommy guns) to a Galleria near you. Located next to where the old Fox Sports Grill used to be, Prohibition has a passion for vintage-style revelry, and more importantly, well-crafted mixed drinks.
While the folks at Prohibition like to call their brand of bartending “high volume mixology,” I like to call it “holy crap that’s a good drink!” Which is exactly what I said when I tasted the Victoriana Slapstick – a glorious mixture of two types of gin, citrus, parsley and what I believe to be muddled angel wings. Mmmm, heavenly. My friend and patron of the fine wines ordered the Fresh Elegance, a refreshing little concoction of Sauvignon Blanc, Grey Goose Le Poire and a hint of cherry tomato. Yes, trust in the tomato, it won’t disappoint.
Other notables on their cleverly named drink menus: the Get Up & GO, a mix of vodka infused with tobacco leaf, espresso, sweet vermouth, and chocolate (which has now replaced my morning coffee); the White Bison, a mixture of Zubrowka, Kahlua, a shot of cream and nutmeg (which has now replaced my eggnog at Christmas); and the formidable Berry Blue Blaze, a whiskey punch that is lit-uh – really on fire (which is now going to be the cause of my house burning down this weekend).
The drink dazzling and showmanship is no mere coincidence at Prohibition. These masters of mixed drinks go through a four-stage training process: Apprentice, to Bar Smith, to Bar Chef, to the highly revered Mixologist. All of this in order to bring YOU a perfectly balanced libation. So, tip well and your taste buds shall be rewarded.
While this could easily be a one-trick pony of a bar, and a great trick it is, what every provider of stiff drinks understands is that food helps the body and mind…well, keep partying. And the menu at Prohibition doesn’t disappoint. It’s all about social dining with shared plates of tasty tenderloin tips, savory truffle fries, fancy pants escargot tossed in Aglio e Olio herbed butter and a bevy of mouthwatering pizzas. The food frenzy doesn’t stop here – come November, they’ll be adding brunch to their weekend menu. Saturday will be a little more low-key for the family types, while Sunday Funday will come complete with live music, a bloody mary cart and all the pretty patio people-watching you can stand.
Now that you get the gist, there’s also an upstairs that the manly men types will enjoy. The Voyager Room, a steampunk inspired lounge decorated with massive clock cogs, plush sofas, vintage crates, and cool copper accents, overlooks Westheimer to help your inner 30’s gangster come out and play. You can rent this sweet little spot out for the nite and/or put your name on the list for the upcoming “Sinatra Nights.” Yes, it’s time to suit up, grab a high ball and argue with your friends about why you should be the Dean Martin of the group. And as they would never forget about the ladies, Prohibition will soon be offering authentic swing classes to anyone willing to cut a rug circa 1933.
If you’re looking for legit cocktails, refreshing customer service, a jam-packed calendar of events and a tasty new food menu, then as my inner 30’s gangster would say, a night out at Prohibition might just blow your wig.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

bar münich
das good times bar
2616 louisiana st. | houston, tx 77006
713.523.1008 | www.barmunich.com

You know that million-dollar idea you think up over drinks with your friends? The one where you feel this sense of excitement build up inside of you the more you talk about it; synapses are firing, plans are being drawn on napkins; and you make this unbreakable pact after the fifth or sixth round that you’re totally going to do this! You’re like, “Oh my gawd, how has nobody thought of this already!” Life is awesome and your brain is an amazing piece of organic engineering. And then you wake up the next day with a soul-crushing hangover. You’ve forgotten the idea along with your name and pretty much everything leading up to 7th grade. Fail.
Well, lucky for us, the proprietors of Bar Munich don’t drink nearly as much as the general public and have a little gift called “followthrough.” In 2005, Houstonian and co-owner Raymond Chan had his great idea while enjoying some beloved Hofbrau at a little street fair in Munich called Oktoberfest. It’s not a party until 7 million people wear funny shortspenders and eat all the sausage in the Free World. After some fierce Googling, talking to some investors and a couple years of debate over the bar staff wearing lederhosen or not, Bar Munich was bjorn.
“Many of our loyal customers who have been to Germany and experienced Oktoberfest know exactly what Bar Munich is about. But we want to share our passion for this wonderful event and the quality of Hobfrau beers to those who haven’t tried it,” says Mr. Chan.
Bar Munich is the only full bar in Houston serving Hofbrau in “liters.” If you do the math, that’s like 47 American beers. This includes the OG of German beers, the Maibock, dating back to 1614, and a pretty tasty Hefeweizen that’s refreshing enough for our modestly temp’d Houston summers. And if you feel like declaring yourself Das Man, then order Das Boot, which is two liters of your favorite Hofbrau beer in a cleverly shaped glass boot. Remember the should’a won an academy award winning movie Beerfest…“That’s nooo shoe! Daaaaas Booot!”
If delicious imported German beer doesn’t inspire you to move to Munich and change your name to Dirkenfurger, then A. you’re no fun, and B. it’s probably good that Bar Munich has a full selection of your favorite spirits, including their own sweetly sinister concoction called the Munich Bomb – a shot of honey liqueur dropped not so subtly into a glass of Hofbrau Hefeweizen. I call it Tuesday morning.
As for the interior, don’t expect a shabby-chic little German cottage circa Hansel & Gretel. “The bar is old world fun with new world style,” describes Chan. It’s a modern take on what you’d expect from a German-inspired bar. Contemporary bar furnishings mixed with traditional wooden accents. And it would easily win the mom award for cleanest bar in Houston. Seriously, Joey would eat bratwurst right off the floor in this place. Which they happen to have a nice selection of, by the by.
As an FYI, BM has HDTVs showing MLS, 24/7. Yes, soccer is underappreciated in the U.S., but you really can’t tell at Bar Munich. They invite all the Houston futball and football hooligans to enjoy a match on their plethora of flat screens. This bar is a mishmash of sports, culture and abnormally shaped beer containers. I dig it.
While the real Oktoberfest will be winding down by the time this publishes, Bar Munich’s unofficial motto is that we’re “always priming the pump for the next Oktoberfest.”
Prost to that.

By Clayton Graves
Photography by Daniel Ortiz

THE(NEW)red door

tiny door leads to big adventure in midtown
2416 brazos, suite c, houston, tx 77006
713.256.9383 | www.reddoormidtown.com

I always think of the good questions to ask interesting people after we’ve said our goodbyes. I certainly could have followed up with owner Darren Van Delden and asked him if the parallels between his fresh version of Red Door and Lewis Carroll’s adventure Alice in Wonderland were purposeful, but I thought better of it. Some things are better left to the imagination…
“Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin; but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!”– Alice, Alice in Wonderland

And I’ve seen many bars with character, but one without a blaring, neon sign in Midtown? Curious to say the least. Tucked between El Patio and Wonderbar on  sits a place like few others, and the only things it’s marked by are some velvet ropes, the friendliest door guy I’ve come across to date and an unassuming, crimson door. Just like a trip to Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, a visit to the newly revamped Red Door is a psychotropic jaunt down the rabbit hole.

Like a cryptic omen from the infamous Mad Hatter, once inside, you must first go up before you can go down. A narrow passage leads visitors up a bare hallway, and as one ascends, the bass begins to permeate the structure and the décor becomes more and more quirky. No, the furniture doesn’t shrink and you aren’t accosted by playing cards, but the effects of swirling lights, walls shrouded in shrubbery and a checkerboard floor pull patrons into a world of wackiness. But it’s comfortable wackiness. The upstairs is a spacious lounge, simply laid out with ample seating and a full bar. The scenery behind the bar typically steals the show though, as the bartenders are easy on the eyes and quick with a smile and a martini. The lounge opens into an ivy-laden balcony with high walls that, while preventing picturesque views of the outside world, protect from all the hustle and bustle of the real world. A few red benches are strewn about  like freshly painted roses from the garden of the Queen herself. (Don’t quite get that last sentence? Quit watching TMZ and read a book every once in a while!)
“Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.”  – Doorknob, Alice in Wonderland
Should you find yourself feeling more adventurous, a trip down an opposite flight of stairs takes you into the dark recesses of nightlife imagination. You could have sworn before you entered that this place wasn’t that big, but after marching down another corridor, Red Door opens into a full-blown club scene. The lights are wilder here, the music louder, and things are prone to getting even more delightfully twisted. That same service that did you so well up top is still prevalent at the bar below. But here, DJs spin the hottest house-blend jams, the walls are lined with crystal beads, booths boast bizarre, black-lit patterns, and a fog settles over the entire dreamscape. Only open Thursday-Saturday, Red Door has no happy hour to speak of, as it is angled toward exclusivity. The floor fills with dance-happy Houstonians in their 20’s and early 30’s looking to escape within a dream, and they don’t mind paying the extra $1 per beer for the privilege. Red Door ditches bottle service in favor of Table Service packages which can be negotiated through their reservation line at 713.256.9383. These packages include bottle service in the traditional sense, complete with an attentive waitress and comfy digs, but they conveniently offer a side tab at the bar for wussies who don’t want to shoot straight whiskey with me all night.

“…at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” – Alice, Alice in Wonderland

Maybe it was a blessing and maybe it was a curse that I visited the new Red Door without the bias of having visited the previous version. Whatever the case may be, I enjoyed the head trip. Walking out of the crimson portal and into the night breeze had me feeling as our dear Alice must have felt awakening from her famously odd dream. I’m a firm believer that people and places can and should evolve, and maybe that makes me mad as a hatter, but Red Door seems to have found its stride.
By Travis Jones | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

360sports lounge

long live the middleman

4601 washington ave., houston, tx 77007

713.677.0398 | www.360sportslounge.com

The phrase “cut out the middleman” has become a badge of honor in the business world. This call to arms to cut the fat is usually a good thing, but over time, it has eliminated a gray area that can be pretty darned interesting. While the mantra has driven plenty of people and places to be one thing or the other, black-tie or blue jeans, Beatles or Stones, 360 Sports Lounge on 4601 Washington Ave. is a   middleman that isn’t budging.

360 borrows the best from the pomp and circumstance of its neighbors and leaves tired sports bar stereotypes behind, all while maintaining the charm of that favorite old haunt. A visit to Jimmy’s Laundromat & Sports Shack provides you with broken chairs and a standing-room-only attitude. 360? Ample, comfortable seating. Your trusty standby is a dank cube with a few regulars hoarding the good staff and the 1996, bubble-screen Sanyo. Meanwhile, 360 is bright and inviting. Looking at the clean lines, the sharp paint jobs and the bar adorned with giant flatscreens in all the right places, it’s clear to see that 360 spared no expense to provide one of the classiest sports bar experiences in Houston. 360’s kitchen is open late and aims to please, taking your typical bar food for a ride. The house-made pizzas have freshness in every bite, and the quintessential fried fare doesn’t follow that freezer-to-grease-to-plate pattern that it does in your usual sports joint. Onion rings and cheese sticks emerge consistently crispy and delicious.

While what 360 takes from its more upscale brethren is refreshing, what it’s borrowed from those lore-inspiring dives is just as important. The open design and booming acoustics create a sense of community during big games no matter who you’re rooting for. There’s a great private room for reservation with a pool table and a secluded grouping of couches and barstools, but being on the floor puts you in the middle of the action with a grandiose sense of Houston camaraderie. Pick your poison. Either way, just like your old, trusty stomping grounds, the personnel behind the bar and walking the floor will know your name after one visit to your table. A smile, handshake and an earnest attempt to show customer appreciation on Washington Ave.? Yes, it does exist. Sure, the sports dive you’re used to doesn’t offer $5 champagne on Wednesdays like 360, but that concept of hospitality is near and dear to dive-junkies like me. Happy hour every weekday from 3-7 and $25 all-you-can-eat crawfish on the weekends seal the deal on bringing Houston the best of two worlds.

In a world of polarizing opinions, I suppose it’s nice just to have a choice to begin with. It’s even better though, when a place can really thrive in the gray area, becoming a go-between that meets multiple needs. On a foundation of Washington Ave. class and traditional sports bar charisma, 360 Sports Lounge is a perfect example of the middleman standing tall in Houston.

By Travis Jones | Photography by Daniel Ortiz

DISTILLERY 2520

HEIGHTS HOTSPOT  READY TO RODEO

2520 houston ave., houston, tx 77009   |  713.862.0200  | www.distillery2520.com

I’m not sure I know anyone who isn’t a fan of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Whether you’re a high-falutin’ city slicker that doesn’t know one end of a steer from the other, or a bona fide, badass vacquero, the annual event has got something for everyone…even if you don’t go.  Not that I don’t throw on my crusty Tony Llamas and scrounge for a plaid shirt when the event comes to town, but after so many years, I’ve figured something out – if you want free reign of any bar or restaurant in Houston, especially the ones you know will be packed any other day of the week, visit at 9pm during the annual bbq cookoff. It’s a perfect way to get to know your service industry specialists and beat the throngs of people that would normally pack those places to the gills. Distillery 2520, on 2520 Houston Ave. (go figure!), is that perfect place to get to know.

People bustling to and from work on their way downtown or into the guts of the Heights have to pass by, and there’s no better vantage point than one of the open decks at 2520. This time of year, when the last vestiges of winter still spit out a cool, nightly breeze, the doors and windows of 2520 are flung open and the place feels like a breezy Lincoln Log fort you built as a kid. With flatscreens at every angle, a deck and bar up top, and a single bar down below serving patrons inside and out, the adage “not a bad seat in the house” rings true. They also serve a favorite delicacy of mine…free and bountiful self-parking.

Despite saddling up to the bar during cookoff season, I was more than able to get a feel for the crowd. This isn’t the fist-pumping gaggle of Houstonians seeking a Dance Dance Revolution or the neighborhood dive where everyone smokes Winstons and wants to be left alone. 2520 fills a friendly niche somewhere between sports Mecca and casual gastro-lounge, making it a perfect neighborhood oasis for the Heights. The service is welcoming, just as you’d expect from a crew developed by owner Joe Licata, who came up through the Carrabba’s management ranks. The staff opens and closes every deal with a handshake and a smile.

The bar staff offers up a litany of cocktails, some of the crowd favorites being their constantly slushy, frozen sweet tea, screwdriver, margarita and Cuba libre. 2520 doesn’t deal in lager largesse, so don’t expect to get a t-shirt for sampling 300 beers or anything gimmicky like that. They do, however, offer a handful of chilly favorites from the tap and a thorough sampling of local brews from St. Arnold’s and Southern Star. They run a solid happy hour from 4-8 that knocks domestics down to $2.50 and well and frozen drinks down to $4, which will make it a perfect spot to post up and watch the Astros try and string together 30 wins this season. 2520 also offers pub grub that varies from ballpark fare to gourmet delights. Gooey Frito pie and crispy, thin-crust pizza on the same menu as udon and a kobe beef burger? 2520 pulls it off perfectly, no matter your gastronomic disposition.

I’m glad I made it to Distillery 2520 when I did, because it gave me a really good opportunity to experience the roots of a great establishment. Humble. Clean. Friendly. Hard-working. 2520 has all the necessary ingredients to be the next Heights hotspot. So when it’s time to trade the boots back in for the loafers and the ten-gallon hat for the trusty old ball cap, Distillery 2520 will still be ready to rodeo.

By Travis Jones  | Photography by Daniel Ortiz