Funny things, horses. Dirty, dangerous, greedy beasts, they get into your blood like a virus, and once you’ve got it, there’s no cure. We all moan about them; most of us try to leave the game at some time or another, but it’s hopeless. Within days you’re fretting for the sight and sound and smell of them.
Gallier, (1988:9) -
Gallier, S. 1988. One of the Lads: Racing on the Inside, London: Stanley Paul
apparently there might be a possibility of me riding/*maybe* showing my trainer’s daughter’s horse a bit
this makes me happy because I like fancy ponies
and this guy has a few pinto world champion titles under his belt(along w/ multiple top tens/fives)
ugh. if this somehow works out I will cry tears of happiness.