2 bottles of High Octane ..............Good Story Rez!!! That reminds me of a few stories about drinking and Riding... But to keep with filling a water jug with something other than water, I will share this one:
I was at Glen Helen for a GP that I could not run, because I just Dislocated the shoulder the week before at the Last BtoV race ever held (there is a story which involves drinking). So at Glen Helen you have access to getting out on the track, but you cannot bring alcohol out there. So being the young drunk I was, I took a camlebak and made me a nice B & C (using 151 of course) inside the camelbak and proceeded to wear that all day. I must have filled that thing up a few times during the day and night, because the next morning there were 2 empty bottles of 151 on the counter of the motorhome...
yep mine too, did you ever tell her the truth? did she ever catch on ? was she really that stupid?That is funny, but while reading the story of sandy beach area, secluded by bushes and rocks, my mind was taking this story somewhere else...
Beach.........leaving that as is..............but not that!...yep mine too, did you ever tell her the truth? did she ever catch on ? was she really that stupid?
and can you make up the rest of the story to end a little more ............ j/k
How the hell did I miss this story? Who could this possibly be?I have a campfire story about a certain DBA member, let's call him the weatherman to keep him anonymous. Anyways, this weatherman dude likes to shoot off firecrackers (the legal kind of course, no blockbusters, m80's, roman candles, black cats etc.). His modus operendi is to throw a handful of them into the bonfire at night where everyone is hanging, drinking beer, telling stories. He tries to do this when no one is looking. The result is flying embers everywhere. This resuts in a lot of carnage, my favorite chair has been damaged almost beyond repair with burn holes. Yes, MY CHAIR!!
So, you have been warned. If you camp with this person, do not bring your favorite chair, bring a ratty old one that you don't mind throwing in the trash when the weekend is over.