Rambling thoughts after a long week of infinite stupidity:
I saw an old college buddy who seemed to be on his true path: Owning a shop and racing. I heard this voice behind me and it reminded me of a Kook on Cannondale f1000 who used to jump the bushes and cut classes to snowboard back in the day- and when I turned it around it was Jason. Small world He gave me a huge hug- and me being the uptight person I am with affection I did not know what to do but hug back. Hand shake would have been fine. He looked good and it was nice to know things were going well for him. And he got third in the freakin' race. Good lord the boy is still going strong.