Apparently I was showing my *** pretty good to my mom while she was driving down frontage rd. She calmly pulls over at the Red Hot Truck Stop, yanks my *** out of the car, and proceeds to tear my *** up till I was a heaping pile of tears and snot bubbles. Needless to say, I DIDN'T have the fond memory's about the place that everyone else did.
Side note... 5th or 6th grade. My science class took a field trip in the hills behind the Red Hot. Turns out, there were thousands (maybe millions) of fossilized sharks teeth back there. I still have a jar full of them somewhere.