How does one begin to explain the appeal of the World Championship Punkin Chunkin? The annual event, held in some godforsaken field in Delaware, combines the awesome goddamn energy of a rocket launch with the teenage prankster desire to smash pumpkins. It dares to place medieval contraptions like the trebuchet right next to such high-tech machines as the air cannon. And then there’s this bad boy, which claims to chunk a pumpkin nearly a mile.

Oh, I can feel my inner juvenile/geek just itchin’ to drive to Delaware. Who’s in?