After watching this I’m beginning to realize that we are creatures of habit. We do the same thing every year. First, setup the campsite and prepare for the miserably nasty camping weekend next to shit filled porta potty’s, next sit out at the road popping beers and watching the weirdos walk by, followed up by some Fowling, and finally the race on Sunday which is capped off with a bunch of stumbling, bumbling, hammered idiots.
Rinse and Repeat – but why change a good thing?
Also, this year’s MVP was easily Ol’ Coyote. Holy Shit was he a man on a mission.