I met a Monster Truck driver from Las Vegas at my hostel.  

He is "stuck" in Bogota because he came to Bogota with his team for a race, but some large, valuable equipment was stolen, and he had to stay behind with one other crew member to try to reclaim it (mostly through legal strategies, it seems).  

I overheard him talking to Jesse Ventura on the telephone.  

He share his joints with me.  It tasted like anxiety and diesel smoke. 

I disapproved of all of the TV shows he wanted to watch on the TV in the hostel common room.  We compromised on Iron Man dubbed in Spanish. 

Eavesdropping on his telophone conversations is highly entertaining.  He plans to set the truck "long jump" record in Las Vegas this New Year's Eve.