Last Sunday, Jeremy “Menace” Sellars set up a cookout for all of the DMT members and their families/friends. I showed up around 12:30, despite my leaking tranny. I stopped at Kroger on the way to get a ton of hot dogs, jalapeño cheddar mettwursts, hot italian sausages, ghost pepper salsa, jalapeño pickles, and some of Dave’s Insanity Sauce. I must say, I love hot stuff. Real hot stuff. But Dave’s Insanity Sauce is just out of control. My dad talked about it before, and he is a hardcore hot sauce guy too. Maybe you haven’t met him before. Let me introduce you to him. His name is Charles, aka Chuck. He’s a self-employed semi-truck mechanic who is amazing on the drums. Anyways, I swore I’ve had this sauce before, but I would think I’d remember something like this. I can say, this is in my hot sauce cabinet at home right now, and will likely only come out when people think they are up for the challenge to prove how they can eat any kind of hot sauce.
Back to the cookout. I showed up and Menace was there by himself. We waited around for 5-10 minutes before we decided we were hungry and the charcoal/buns weren’t coming anytime soon. So we headed to Kroger in Vandalia and stocked up on some stuff, and met up with kwarner, who had his dad’s badass C10 out in the parking lot. We cruised on back to the park, just off Route 40 before the Taylorsville Dam, and we were pleased to see a few more rides had showed up. We got the charcoal grill going, met some new people, and just talked about trucks, shows, random stories, and more. Then some brave souls tried some of my hot salsa and hot sauce. Ya, they couldn’t hang. But I don’t hate, that shit is really hot!
There was cornhole boards all ready there and squeek brought some freshly made ones as well. I will say we had the four biggest cornhole amateurs playing at one time, and that game took forever. But somehow I think I made the most points for how bad I am, and I had a rotation of 3 different teammates. Throughout the afternoon, several more people came. It was always good to hear the sound of bags in the distance and we all had to stop what we were doing to see who was rollin in. It was mainly a relaxed, chill environment, and it was a really nice day. It was dark before I knew it, around 8:30 I think and I had a late dinner to get to. At that point, it was just me, Harper, Griffin, and Kenny (and his girlfriend Michelle) just talking about anything and everything. Thanks again to Menace for organizing everything and to everyone that came out and brought their trucks and/or food. I’m ready for the next one but I don’t think the Ohio weather will allow another one this year. See you minitruckers at the next one!