Going to the Chicago race, are you? Splendid. A fabulous event, that. But why stop there? Why return to an unoriginal hotel or domicile when there is revelry to be had? Answer: you shouldn’t.
Join us, won’t you, in some remote & moonless campground where neither the laws of man nor God are particularly enforced. It is “Paul & Mary’s Raceway Camping,” and it is a regal patch of land. Plus, it is reasonably priced & smells of cannon fire — and some whimsical Crazybus takes you to & from the track. Last year, a small platoon of Pagoda operatives set out to scout the premises & gauge its potential — the final verdict was most favorable.
This year, we invite all Pagodans to secure their slot & pitch a tent & be apart of the lively camping festivities. Because hotels are for uppity Communists, and you are no Communist. You’re a winner — a winner who happens to enjoy delicious s’mores & six-story Patrón bongs under the warm glow of a flare gun. Just like John Denver. You’re welcome, America.