Well, I am at home and unpacking all the stuff out of the car.  Sure goes back into its cubby holes quicker than it get packed, that's for sure.

Interesting Facts

Verslagen caught the biggest catfish, 12-13 pounds by my guesstimate.   It was big enough that I had to fight to get it folded into the net, it made a "U" shape to fit in there and as mentioned before, it did not fit the tub without overlapping itself as it circled in the tub.   Verslagen caught the most fish by count as well.

It took two of us to get the bigger fish ashore -- they were too heavy to lift with the fishing lines we were using as the catfish would not touch a heavy line that they could feel as they approached the bread bit.   I was glad I brought a fishnet with me .....

Because it was a two person job, you won't see any fishing pics from the folks fishing, as we were all VERY BUSY at the time.

Yep, unless one of the non-fisher folks took a pic or two you won't see the big tub of fish and you certainly won't see a pic of the cleaning as everybody went somewhere else in a hurry when the fillet knife came out.    Messy.

MM is a great catfish person, he knows what he is doing.

Rides were great, and we went on at least one a day.   I especially liked the little sharp hills that got you some negative G force generated going over the sharp crest and then there was a turn right after the crest that you entered while your shocks were still settling from the jump.

Dave, so light and trim as he is, he could tromp on all of us on a roll on race even on his little Ninja.   And once again, another Sportster has to admit it cannot keep up with a Savage unless it gets the drop on them and once the Sportster gets a lead started Savages simply cannot win the lead back as the big difference in top end puts paid to the contest.   A Sportster's top end is 50 mph up on a Savage you know, so if you get behind at the start, that's all folks.   If the Savage gets the drop at the start, the Sportster cannot catch up until over 85 mph.

MM did something to his primary chain system again messing about with us and he has noises and tics and vibrations that he is now puzzling through.    We hope he hasn't killed his Hurley again messing about with beating us.

We trained Dave's dog Lilly to be MM's licker alarm clock to get him up in the morning --- a very dedicated puppy that one .....  MM woke to a wet Lilly kiss in his ear most mornings.

First we had to show Lilly how to open the door to the tent, after that it was all natural as Lilly loved MM's ear a bunch, he tasted so good.

MM taught Lilly how to talk in dog talk, seriously.   Dave's perfectly well mannered dog learned several new things from us, and was sad to see everybody leave.

Glad to see you all had a good time. I'm not missing out on that fish fry next year!!!!

Here is us at the bore coating place, with Dave dropping off a head that needs a valve guide reamed to exactly fit the valve stem.

We were pretty lucky with the weather, with only a single rain event that hit us for a couple of miles on Friday.....and a couple of miles on wet roads on Saturday.

On Sunday afternoon we got the tent down, and then had to quickly move it onto the porch without packing it - as the wind made it impossible to fold and had started to sprinkle.  The rain then set in very heavy, and it rained until very early in the morning.  Those gravel driveways down the street had a lot more gravel washed out onto the street - and there was a lot of local flooding.

I found a couple of pictures :

So we went to a "Bike Night" event that was really nice .   There was a band playing rock+roll , bikes of every size and shape (by the hundreds) , and a dinner with BBQ topped Pepper-Jack Cheese Burgers .   here a picture of the dinner :

We rode some great twisties , OldFeller passed a Commando and a sport bike - I was close behind but didn't pass them too because they sped up and stayed up for a short time , but the pressure of those speeds must have got to them so they dropped off.   After OldFeller got out of sight --- then passed us all again --   -- so after must have been 20 miles of twisties we stopped at this spot for some refreshment :

Thirty minutes later as we were leaving Guess who came by ???    

The Commando and the SportBike !  

Sometimes your Blessing never to seem to even slow down !  

We went from the Pizza place to give our bikes a boat ride across to Ohio river and instead of waiting for the ferry-boat to get there --- we just drove right on and the boat took off !   I'd never give my bike a boat ride before (I think it liked it )   .   There were two Older Harley Fellers on there with us too.  There was a feller on the ferry (in a car) that wanted a bike so bad he was drooling !  .   Well, when we all cranked-up to leave he didn't stop drooling and get back in his car till we were circling the parking lot to regroup ,  I could under why -- the whole day was going just perfect !  

The feller on the right in the black shirt .     We talked , I instructed him to wait till late January when  the Christmas credit card bills come in and Ebay is flooded with bikes  !