This blog started out as kind of a race diary. I'm still alive type thing. Like anything , it has taken a new form now and then.

Take for instance my music habits. Basically XM sits on Outlaw Country, Margaritaville or Classic rock. Then I found Backspin. Old school hip hop. It's just too funny. Dre,NWA and Snoop Dawg. It's amazing how much money these guys have made rapping about sex,drugs, guns and violence. Just remember boys,black aren't the only ones with a penchant for writing about poverty and bad living. The WT does a fine job with meth,guns and traler parks.

I've ventured into food,beers and relationships. Wait a minute. Sounds like I could write a rap or country song from that and have all bases covered. Don't hold your breath.

There's been some gore. My hospital pics. Maybe Bob feels better now.

So part of the "Binghamton Syndicate" headed to Cuse for a recon ride of next weeks race course. What we didn't know was we were going racing. The Gangsters showed along with few other Cuse powerhouses. Jeffina was there. Good to see them.
So we rolled up Song and down the other side and into the wind. The attacks started and continued,over and over. Long story short it was a helluva work out. But needed. Even SoPro, can we call him that? Was wasted by it.

On Jeffina's suggestion we hit Sweet Basil and had a bruschetta pie with a good beer.
Yummy.
Then home to rest up for the surprise Kracken Bday party.
His Mom and sister pulled it off.  You'd think the Syndicate hadn't eaten before hand. Jones and I made a beeline for the tables so we'd have a chair to sit in. More food. Sure and beer and diet soda. Yes please.

Dave was surprised and pleased we all made it for him. His Mom was a great host.
Josh was throwing down that west coast style.  Good times by all.
Even I made into the pics. Rare but true, another request from a reader. "We never see you." So here's the OF and AJ.

I'm off for another night of Belgian racing tonight.

How about you? What's life hold for you?
Thanks for reading. OGQ