Travis Pastrana is one of the world's greatest extreme athletes. He's also one of the world's worst vindaloo eaters. Travis not-really-fondly recounted for us the tale of his trip to England for a beach-based motocross race that got a little, um, soiled by a dinner, a dare, and more five-alarm vindaloo sauce than an entire restaurant should consume in a week. Here is his tale.
“So it’s me, Kenny Bartram, Andy Bell, guys from the Nitro Circus crew, and we’re doing this event called the Weston Beach Race, a three-hour race right on the beach in England. Water comes up, bikes get sunk, and it goes from the easiest track ever to everyone being stuck and miserable. There’s a four-wheeler race one day and the big motorcycle race the next.
“We got there three days ahead of time, and the first night we were there, we went to an authentic English curry place. They had some stuff that was all ‘warning: can’t sell to foreigners’ -- the exact thing that makes every foreigner want to be like, ‘I got this, no problem.’ So the guys bribe the waiter to give me basically a half gallon of this ‘five alarm’ duck vindaloo, and they’re gonna pay me 100 pounds to drink it. I’m like, ‘shit, that’s like $200, how bad can it be?’ Maybe my mouth will be burning for a while, but whatever. It’s fine. And taste doesn’t really matter to me -- I’ve had enough concussions that I’ve lost a lot of that. Literally I can’t taste anything. Swallowing eggs as jokes, whatever -- I never had a problem with any of that. And I always take a bet.