Here we are roughly mid-season up here in the great state of South Dakota.  I am doing pretty well and having a blast.  One of my best racing buddies came up here for our big 700pt weekend.  I have not raced against him in over 12yrs.  It was just like the old days.  Still slicin' and dicin'.  He got me a few times and I got him a few--some things never change.  The wonderful thing is that we ran into to some friends from the old days and of course made new ones this past weekend.  That is what makes our sport so amazing.  The friendships last no matter what happens--whether you move away or just fade out of the racing scene.  Once we are back together it is like we haven't seen one another for only a few weeks other than the kids are grown with kids of their own and are racing now.  Good times.