When I was a kid we used to talk about being a “Hot Dog”… doing wheelies on your bike, jumping things on the mini-bike, jumping off cliffs into some remote quarry… all were dare-devil stunts that made you a Hot Dog.
Those failed attempts that hurt, drew blood, made others hoot n holler with laughter made you a Wienie.
Not quite a Hot Dog.
As I sit in my old fart chair watching the world turn, watching the world burn… I sure as shit see a lot of wienies. A lot of failed attempts at being a Hot Dog…
I was looking for a good example of a modern day Hot Dog and found this…
These guys were sizzling hot…
Id rather be a Hot Dog than a wienie…
More later
The Native Iowan 
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