Got stupid assed drunk with Mark and his wife this night. So much so, that I didn't take any pictures. Sat in some pub that was playing ABBA at full volume all night. Dunno why. But if I ever hear "Dancin' Queen" one more time, I'm gonna go postal on someone. Got up at 0-dark thirty the next day and headed for the race at Colerain. Another beautiful day. 40F, rainy and windy as Hell..