A young city biker walks into a seedy tavern in Sturgis, SD. Sturgis! He finally made it.

He had several items on his must-do list, and this tavern was one of them.

The chilli, he’d been told, was world-famous.

As he sits down at the bar, he notices a grizzled old biker with his arms folded, staring blankly at a full bowl of chilli.

The young biker excitedly ordered a bowl, but was told,

“Sorry, just ran out.”

Disappointed, he orders a beer, wondering if he’d be able to come back on his way home.

After a few minutes of noticing the old biker still just sitting there, the newby rider bravely asks the old biker.

“If you ain’t gonna eat that, mind if I do?”

The old veteran of a thousand rides slowly turns his head toward the young pup and says.

“Nah, you go ahead.”

Eagerly, the guy wearing the shiny new leather fashions reaches over and slides the bowl into his place and starts spooning it in with delight.

He gets nearly down to the bottom of the bowl and notices a dead mouse in the chilli.

Eyes wide and gut-wrenching, he suddenly throws up the chilli back into the bowl.

The old biker quietly says.

“Yep, that’s as far as I got, too.”

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