I’m writing about burritos because as I sit here, eating a traditional Thanksgiving dinner of pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets and repeated shots of Pancho Villa tequila, I can’t stop thinking about the Pilgrims, and how beautiful those first burritos must have tasted to them in 1492. Things were harder back then, of...

This ride is 103 miles of drunken glory, where the winner is the one who can hold both their alcohol and their composure. And this years event started at 7am at the Hair of the Dog brewery, where the owner was kind enough to open his doors to allow us to consume some of his beer. At 7am. In the morning. That’s the kind of...