Last weekend I ventured out for a night, I rode into the next town over and ended up at the local towns festival under a big tent equipped with a trailer that dispensed beer and a killer dance floor. Well as fate may have had it, I just happened to have my favorite pair of dancing shoes strapped on...I stepped on to that floor and was greeted by a fellow with a warm hand shake, and the simple words of: "You ready for this?"...and I knew it was on... Dance off. To #33, you have to be my toughest opponent yet...



True story.