This weekend was out of the ordinary because it didn’t involve a Brewer game. It was a normal weekend in that it did involve drinking in a parking lot. It also had high adrenaline racing and blistering sunburns. This weekend we went up to Road America in Elkhart Lake to see the AMA Superbike races. On Friday, J and I went up to the Log Cabin Inn to get our fish fry base and have some Old Fashions. We really didn’t know what we were going to do that night but that all changed when Ervaets called and said that he was being kick out of the house by his woman so she could have a girls night at their house. Craig wanted to hit the Elkhart bars and check out the race scene so we decided to meet in the Fleet Farm parking lot. I needed a few things from Speedy Barnyard anyway so I went and got a key made and picked up the blowtorch that I’ve been needing. After waiting a bit for Craig we finally spotted the M3 and piled in for the trip to Elkhart. The first place we went was pretty laid back. Besides the cool swings you could sit in at the bar and Donkey Kong the place wasn’t worth the one drink we had. So we cruised to the Road America hot spot, Siebkens’s. Sieb’s didn’t disappoint. There were a ton of motorcycles and plenty of people to make fun of and question, why the mullet with black jeans. We met up another group of guys there and shot the breeze all night. Also for the second week in a row I got the opportunity to inhale toxic rubber smoke. One of the riders smoked up the entire beer tent doing a brake stand inside the inside it. From there we had the bright idea of hitting up some of the townie bars in boondocks. We started out at Nap’s place. Named after the drunk owner with nappy hair. We walked in and got he usual, “Who the hell are these out of towners?” stare. Nap was working and Craig came up with a fun new game for the night. He asked Nap every 10 minutes if the grill was open. So we hassled the locals and admired Nap’s wife as she drank brandy out of a shot glass with one ice cube in it. Nap’s was closing so we headed to Richels for on last one. Craig walked in and asked it the grill was open while I did a shot of tequila that one of the townies bought me. As much fun as this was we called it a night and headed home to get some rest of the big day tomorrow.

I have to admit that this race Saturday didn’t hold a match to the previous ones in terms of sheer craziness. J and I woke up at 9 and headed to the farm to pick up some plywood to put on the top of Rich’s truck so we could use it as a standing platform. We got to the track at 10, set up the truck, and got situated for the day. Craig and Feyer had already mixed up what they called wop. This stuff was far from wop. It was a large vodka & red bull in a Gatorade jug. There were two bottles of vodka, a case of red bull and a two liter bottle of Sprite. The stuff didn’t taste that bad but I really wanted some nice fruit punch wop. So the day was spent grilling out and watching a the bike races. We did go and see the stunt show which was crazy. The these guys were doing tail standing wheelies, sitting on their gas tanks and doing wheelies, endos, and other crazy stuff. The day was fun but there really wasn’t the craziness of times of yore. Though the race lacked the craziness it was still a lot of fun hanging at the track and getting my third degree sun burn. At six we packed up the truck and headed to the farm. Jocelyn had never actually been on the farm before so we walked through the barn and check out the cattle, goats, and sheep. She had also never shot a gun so we got out the .22 and took out some soda bottles. When we got done with all that we headed to my brothers to clean up and relax for a bit. After we got done showering I was all ready to head back to MKE and just call it a night. For some reason J insisted on going to Falls and staying at the O all night. Even after we got there I still wanted to go after the first drink. Then some of my high school buddies showed up so we did end up staying all night. We sauntered up and down the streets of Falls to all the fine establishments. At one we headed home, had a pizza and went to sleep, another Sheboredom venture over.