Mud Bog Racing Man Makes Fire
Mud Bog Racing

Mud Bog Racing

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Mud Bog Racing Man Makes Fire
Mud Bog Racing

Trucks, Mud, Racing, and Fried Snickers: There just isn’t an activity much more manly than mud bog racing. When Charles Quinton, a guy I normally play basketball with, posted that he was headed to the Willamina Mug Bog Races to race his truck, I decided it was about time me and the boys checked this out. Sure enough he put on a show for us. Check Out Charles Quinton Kicking Ass!

Mud bog racing has gone from a back yard sport to a multi-million dollar spectator sport. As men, we love racing. We start as kids, racing our brothers and move to competition racing. All sports are some form of racing, whether a race to get points or just a flat out race. Heck we are even forced into the rat race. You may not love running but I’ll wager you like some kind of race. If you can’t think of any, check out mud bog racing. It’s rough, dirty, and fast.

I stuck with my normal entry into a rookie experience by skipping one of the largest events and heading to a local event first.  The way I figure it, if I can’t get into the sport with my friends then why waste the money on a big show. I’m not one to pay high dollar for entertainment, especially if I’m not participating. I have an entertainment algorithmic formula: Anything that I have to pay more than $4 dollars an hour per person on entertainment has to make a lifetime memory. I spent $10 for two hours and four people at the Willamina Mud Bog races, and now my youngest son wants to turn the minivan into a mud bog racer. Yeah, I win.

Deep Fried Snickers
Deep Fried Snickers

Another first — not to be outdone by the racing — was the food. Yes, I had never indulged in a deep fried Snickers before. Needless to say, I was forced to share and simultaneously fight off my boys for the culinary treat. I’m now convinced that deep frying anything probably improves it. My middle son wants me to learn how to cook these. I don’t think my body can take more than one deep fried Snickers a year. Like all unplanned, spur of the moment adventures, this one will be remembered and lead to more.

This image shows a YETI Roadie 48 wheeled cooler on a beach with a lake in the background.


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