Anyway, my buddy JMA Joe was "competing" again this year on a four man team. Unfortunately, B got cold before Joe did his first run but I'm sure it was 10 seconds of spectating delight. It seemed to me though that it was the other festivities that drew the most people. Based on the shanty town that had sprouted up on the ice, many people were there mostly for the drinking and the racing was simply a momentary diversion.
Here be the pics.
Stupid blogger dumped most of our pics from the event but here are some that survived.
Shanty town.B, JMA Joe and myself. Apparently I've been working out because my jaw is jacked.The finish chute on the pond.
The naked dancing beauties.
A cracked open skull.