So many good memories! We had the most hysterical roadtrip to Rolex '02. It was like being in college again - particularly given the speeding ticket in east bejeesus WV (As she told the officer, “You are the lucky winner; I was way overdue for this one.” I don’t think it helped the situation. 
I don’t think Babs ever forgave me for sneaking that Tipperary helmet (a/k/a “the abomination”) into the trunk of her car. 
Babo’isms that stick in my mind:
“what is it that you are doing out there miss western pleasure rider??!!”
“you can’t be a lady and learn to sit the trot.”
“use your crotch! You’re an adult, I know you know how.”
“Oh good gaaawwd, fix that [leg, hand, seat, elbow, hip, head]; you are riding like ‘Inverness’ and none of us want that!”
“Am I going to have to beat you??!!”
To Suzrox: “oh here we go, Miss Sassy-Lippy is here.”
“You are not putting this body on a pair of skiis and sending it hurtling down some mountain.”
The one we all dreaded: “Come over here and talk to me.”
“Everyone get out of the way, ‘Inverness’ is going to canter.”
“Do you steer like that on the Beltway??!!!”
“Don’t start with me Michael, I’m in no mood.”
A person is prohibited to eat until he first feeds his animals.
- Babylonian Talmud, Berakhot 40a