Please disregard the fact that the music is about as awful as awful can get, and appreciate the fact that contests were way better back when they weren't overrun by corporate sponsors and Woodward-trained trick ferrets. Or disagree. That's OK, too.
If you can name all the riders, you're smarter than I am. Heck, if you can name half the riders you're smarter than I am. Of course you should also get out more.