Sadly, I'll have to miss this one. That week (Saturday to Saturday) I am being coerced into going to Mammoth, so I'll have to console myself with riding around the vast Purgatory of the East Sierra.
I'll think of you guys as I cry myself to sleep each night, breathing that dreadful air.
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"Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin, it’s the triumphant twang of a bedspring."
S. J. Perelman