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Are there any sprint car fans out there? I have a buddy trying to talk me into going to Tulsa for the Lucas Oil Chili Bowl Nationals the second week of January. I've never been, but I've heard that it's a pretty crazy week of indoor midget sprint car raciing. Before I commit, I would like to get a real idea of whether i should plunk down the funding for ticket and hotel. Has anyone attended before?
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Sent to me by Run-n-bare Big Biker Chili A duded-up city rider walks into a seedy tavern in Sturgis , SD. He sits at the bar and notices a grizzled old biker with his arms folded, staring blankly at a full bowl of chili. After fifteen minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the newby rider bravely asks the old biker, 'If you ain't gonna eat that, mind if I do?' The old veteran of a thousand rides slowly turns his head toward the young pup and says, 'Nah, you go ahead.' Eagerly, the guy wearing the shiny new leather fashions reaches over and slides the bowl into his place and starts spooning it in with delight. He gets nearly down to the bottom of the bowl and notices a dead mouse in the chili. The sight was very shocking and he immediately barfed up the chili back into the bowl. The old biker quietly says, 'Yep, that's ‘bout as far as I got, too.
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Monday night we had the Chili Cook Off! http://s470.photobucket.com/albums/rr70/utadventure/VR%20org%20Chili%20Cookoff/ A lot of fun and great food. Dave
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Haven't seen anything lately about PIP so thought I'd throw it in the mix of Cody messages. Got reservations set for Pines motel in Lake George. Whoever wins the chili cookoff in Cody is welcome to bring on down their winning recipe and challenge mine. Yes Russ, I'll even let you bring out your Betty Crocker oven (I'll supply the light bulb) and you can cry in your chili when your beat. Hope everyone has a safe trip to Cody and enjoy the scenery. Lots of Pictures are appreciated by those who couldn't make it. Ride safe, God Bless. Mike
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Well folks, the days are just flying by, and Cody will be upon us sooner than any of us can realize. SO, here's a serious question. How many plan on taking part in the Chili Challange? We need to know soon as there are sdministrative issues that need to be taken care of to make sure that the participants will have the equipment they need to cook up their challange.
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I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented "you're definitely going to $hit yourself, road-kill chili". Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day your butt cheeks might fall off! Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'. Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the den. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, $hit, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees.. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. .......BIG mistake!!!!! Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal a$$-plosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-b__ch! Did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left. Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Ba$tards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
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We partied with a pig big time. The guest of honor was a 140lb pig that was cooked to perfection by Gary's son Chris. About 25-30 people showed up? I'm not sure of the exact count yet. We ate pig, drank beer, ate pig, told stories, ate chili, rode the roads, ate Eagle Eye's famous baked beans, and ate more pig. A huge thanks goes out to our breakfast sponsors. We had pancakes, sausages, hash browns, scrambled eggs, and eggs cooked to order. The head breakfast Chef was Black Owl and he was assisted by me. Being able to offer free breakfast on site was a huge bonus for everyone. The Law firm of Stempel & Doty Hopkins, MN (952)935-0908 Sponsored Saturday's breakfast Pagels Engineering http://www.pagelsengineering.com Sponsored Sunday's breakfast There's a lot more to come. But we are most thankful that everyone arrived without injury this year and we sent the home the same. Ready for next year????
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No...not for the jolly dude in red...what is the matter with you? Tis the season for the chili roasters. But out here...there is nothing finer than the smell of roasting chilis. Personally, I think they should bottle that smell so you can spritz a little in your car. Dang that is good stuff. Now I know this is a foreign concept to the folks back east. You know the ones...they break out in a sweat when they use a little black pepper. And flee in terror if someone walks a jalapeno through the dining room. But out here...we likes our sweat makin incredible tasting Hatch chilis. Wife and I were running some errands today and ran across a guy set up in the parking lot of a store. There is no hesitation...we were on that guy like a dog on a bone. Two bushels of roasted chilis. I am in heaven. The only down side is that I am the chili shucker. It might be a week or two before I can rub my eyes without blinding myself...but it is a small price to pay. Thanks for listening...gotta finish up the last of the chili shuckin.
