Looks like I missed a good time. Either bike I'd likely have brought has miss-matched rims, I'd have been in good company.

But, not being there, but instead on the Vineyard, I do have my own story. We were at the Vineyard Aggie fair, located somewhere in the hinterlands (all trips were by car, and we were shoehorned into the back, so I can't be more specific). We'd wandered around the grounds and were now in the crowded barn, and I heard, "Ed?" I turned to see who had called my name, didn't recognize either party, tho I guess there was something familiar about them. I'm frequently addressed by people who know me and I have not a clue as to who they are, so I really hope I didn't have the deer in the headlights look. It was a cousin and her husband, who we'd not seen in over 20 years, despite having spent years getting in all kinds of trouble together. I hate to say it, but missing out on the ride was worth it.

I read two references to the 18th? Care to clue me in ?