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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ish who wrote (19864)	6/8/2001 8:15:39 PM
From: Sarkie	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

And who kept those statistics?

To: Ish who wrote (19864)	6/8/2001 9:51:43 PM
From: CVJ	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 225578

Your horse comments bring to mind an incident that happened in my testosterone charged youth. I was in the Air Force at Andrews AF Base, Wash. D.C. and three buddies and I had arranged a group date at a riding stable nearby. The object was to impress the city gals with our horsemanship (if I remember correctly, everything we did was to impress gals, city or otherwise). Anyway, we arrived at the appointed time and were dutifully informed of the procedures and rules, routes etc. "No problem," said I. "I grew up on a farm and had even ridden bareback a lot." Almost imperceptibly a small grin flashed across the stable owner's face....??? We started off, well they started off. My horse apparently had not been fed for a day or two because he stopped at every blade of grass in the corral to munch. As my friends and impressee's to be disappeared over the first hill, I finally persuaded the stable owner to give me a horse that had been fed recently. He saddled up another and I took off to catch up to my friends. With every nudge of my heels my steed accelerated until we were at full gallop. As I approached my group, it seemed that dobbin did not understand the concept of slowing down. I yelled the equine version of a golfer's "fore" at the group and they parted a path for me through their midst. I urged them all to "c'mon, let's ride" as that was the only way for us to stay together. Diablo was having nothing to do with slowing down. A few moments later, Diablo decided to show us a shortcut through the adjacent woods. I never knew a horse at full gallop could make a 90° turn like a cat. The consequent abrupt application of physics, in the form of centrifugal force put me into the awkward position of barely hanging on at a right angle to the left side while the psychotic Diablo was turning right. A split second later we reached the aforementioned woods and my T-Rex charged full throttle between two trees just wide enough for him to pass between, but not enough for the extra width of me hanging out to the left. I was unceremoniously swept off the back of T-Rex like a rag doll. I then learned what is meant by the term "horse laugh"; it is loud and very derisive when done by a horse. About 30 minutes later my friends and I managed to calm Diablo enough for me to remount him and use the remainder of our rented hour following the riding trail at a nice walking pace. I still get red-faced when I think of having listened to seven people and eight horses laugh their asses off at me.......I HATE HORSES. Chas