Jake and I went trailriding/hillclimbing yesterday and were just talking about the good old days of Dirtweek and Wardy's. Neither one of us ride near as much as we used to. One of the guys was commenting on how I must have just put on new tires, I said "yeah new tires middle of last year, I just never ride". Because of that, and a few minor spills yesterday I feel like someone ran over me with a truck this morning. It's a good kinda sore, though.
It has been a busy year for us, moving to a new place and the wife having a new job.
Steve still rides quite a bit, in fact he just got (another) new bike (YZ450F)
Hopefully at least two of us here will be "in" next time there is a Wardy's gathering, depending on the timing. It's already starting to get pretty cold at night here.