I am so sorry to flake out on this; I usually don't do that. I'm usually reliably irresponsible, ready to disregard all other obligations to just go riding, and to the devil with everything else. I'm ashamed to say that my conscience got the better of me this time, but I can tell you that it won't happen again. From here on out, my yard can turn into a jungle, my house can dry rot to the ground, my cars can sputter to a stop, and my boss can go to hell. I'm going riding. Not this time, though. Sorry.