Sunday, 10 p.m. I'm at home in Virginia, having just come back from celebrating the Super Bowl with friends, and decide to check my email one last time. There's an email from Rick. Would I like to do Dressage Under The Stars, a fun freestyle competition at the Player's Club, this Wednesday?
Sure, I write back, except I have no wheels (there's still 150 bales of hay in my trailer) and no freestyle music.