XX plans were scrubbed due to my good friend and riding brother having lost a gallant battle with lymphoma just a few weeks out from the weekend. He loved the time we spent at the spine raids, and thoroughly enjoyed the bourbon and chatter at the evening doings. He was looking forward to bringing his new bike, a KTM 790 Duke. Some of you will know him as the not-a-guzzi-yet guy that brought a different bike every time.
Bill Warrick, on the left