In other words, nine uber-studs and then me.
Tornado-like wind. Driving rain. Some gnarly trail. A lotta pristine trail, much of it built by hand by the Shenandoah Valley Bike Coalition forces who include a buncha the dudes there Saturday. A toast at the top of Kaylor's. A whole lotta laughs.
Oh yeah. Nine of the 10 of us wore shirt and tie.
All in all, vintage!!!
Some photos for my Me Wall ...

(From left): Phil Turk, Carp, me.

Me at my finest ...

(Thanks, MikeFraz, for setting this thing up, for shooting all this photos and, most importantly, for being a constant reminder to us about what it's really like to love someone as much as you love your brother. My life is a lot better because I have you guys in it. Same goes for most of these other knuckleheads involved in this particular affair.)
4 comments:
Priceless - Memories forever!
I love it!!
A great time, Bill!
LOVE the outfits. Back in my hashing days, they called this "Hash Formal" dress. Nothing like some zany antics with friends - those are always the best memories!
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