Hey RCK,
You forgot elderberry pie and lemon cake.
On the way home from a family gathering this afternoon, I decided to drive to the top of Smock Valley Hill. I had to get another look at it myself (my eyes were watering and I could hardly breath last time) and I wanted Missus Skipper to see it. According to her you need to add 'insanity' to your list of definitions.
My reward on the day I rode "The Hill" was having a Red-Tailed Hawk leave it's perch on a fence post and fly along with me, at a distance of about 25 feet, for about a hundred yards. Awsome!