Indianapolis, IN after the rodeo, a gentleman came up to us and started a conversation, probably about what a big rodeo fan he was, or something like that. He then invited us to his home to eat. Since he was of Hispanic descent, he promised us an authentic Mexican meal. Although we were a little suspicious of his motives, far be it from us to turn down a free meal. So off we go, our crew consisting of one bareback rider, one barrel racer, and a few bull riders (who’s counting, right?). It was a little nerve racking since none of us had been to the bank in a while and it was a prime opportunity for an ambush. But as it turned out, the guy really did cook a great meal for the whole lot of us, and showed us great hospitality. Good Times!!!