Where two of you are gathered...

The Impaler and I had a lovely ride last evening. We hit up the forks for a cup of coffee to star things off. Always a good start. Then we headed up to the Belgian war memorial across from the Belgian Club. Turns out there was a lot less action there than we had anticipated. It looked like one or two folks had been there during the day and dropped off some flowers but that was about it. So there was some brief banter about how sucky it would be to be drafted as a kid and end up face down in the mud like the dude on the statue and off we rolled.
The klubhaus was busy as ever. We shared a pint or two and called it a night. They kicked us out at 12. No problem as I need the sleep.

Till next week...