Got home about 1300 from the FCR. Gig, Theresa, Griswold, and I stayed at Kraig Delker place in Cincinnati last night (Thanks for the Hosp. Kraig) where I loaded Jig's wrecked bike on my trailer to bring home. This had to be the strangest FCR I ever attended. The rides founder, SmokinJoe, didn't attend, so there were no stories told for the umpteenth time this year. We actually had to make up new stories since Joe wasn't present to do his routine. There were some new attendees this year and some of the usual suspects (hubscrap) were absent. I had a blast anyway. See all y'all next year.
Holy Cow! No Joe? I was here:

Back to the normal weekend next year I hope...
-Mike