Earl chewed on this for a moment. It's not that he didn't know how to ride, just that he couldn't stand the idea of it. He wasn't sure if he was physically capable. Last year, he could have done it but he had just been sitting around ever since he arrived at the farmhouse. He tapped his fingers on the desk, and thought to himself 'it's called survival of the fittest...' He looked around the room again. "Well, I guess I will go tell Blake..." He said before turning and exiting the room.