“If ain’t first, you’re last.” -Ricky Bobby, Talladega Nights; The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.
Well, as we all come to find out, that isn’t necessarily so. As Ricky Bobby’s father Reese puts it so eloquently.
That’s right. There’s wisdom there, and we really learned it this week!
Wow, what an amazing place, full of energy! We were vaulted onto the Daytona Speedway …ON the Racetrack with our Food Trucks! Very cool lifetime experience. You never realize how steep that bank is until you (try) and drive up on it. Food Trucks, unlike stock cars, are NOT built for speed.
We find out that that one of the contestants is going home. Citing emotional strain, and there’s no doubt about it, it’s tough! Being away from your loved ones and your life, sacrifices from all our support network and ourselves, plus the added stress of a competition really burns your wick at both ends! We were sad to see her go.
Sad and of course that leaves Sol Food Collective in a difficult situation, now with two team members. It’s hard enough with just 3! They were sure catching some rough breaks!
Also, at this greeting meeting we are told of our next challenge, Donuts. I’ve made many donuts, specifically a Maple Bacon Bar. I tell my team members, we got this. I know how to do this. We were given an instant mix of sorts with inaccurate directions but in hindsight, I should have been able to figure it out. But I don’t and the donut we put in front of Tyler makes him gag. The oil was not hot enough and the donut dough was like a funnel cake batter! Again, should have added more flour and rolled them out. Word to myself, “Stephen, donut make that mistake again!”
So, what we lost was time. The winners got to open, and the rest of us must play corn-hole against the other 6 trucks, and score 50 points before we can start selling. Because we have Kyle and Craig who are good a corn-hole and my luck beginner points we quickly advance back to our truck in 10 minutes and start selling.
Daytona Beach was very slow in sales, not many on the Beach on the Boardwalk, and not many buying any of our food. Travis with Rolling Indulgence lands a big one with the Arizona Sate Gymnastics team but other than that, nada, zip… very few people. Also a disappointment that it was the MEN’S Arizona State Gymnastic team….but I digress…..
Our saving grace through this, is that we are all in the same boat, er truck.
We have made a connection with our fellow competitors, and are becoming a family. Sol Collective struggled with a team member leaving and Malyessa going to the hospital with a Kidney Stone! We don’t want our friends, (any of them) to get eliminated. Seems odd, it’s a competition but we are bonding as a strange little family.
We have a legendary goodbye party for our friends, and we take 3RD place. We are starting to maybe figure this stuff out? After all, as our former first lady Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “America is all about speed; hot nasty, bad-ass speed.”
On to Tampa Florida, full speed ahead!