I had the privilege of riding a 60 mile loop from Kalispell to Whitefish, Montana and back to Kalispell. It was just the two of us together enjoying a beautiful summer Montana day, riding the back roads and rural highways, and getting to know each other. We were distant cousins, but Joe made me feel like close family. I'll never forget his warm personality, ready wit, and keen intelligence. I drank an Old Forester toast to Joe with his family last night albeit in absentia, but I was there in spirit--as was Joe, I might add. Cheers, Joe. We're going to miss you.