saltpetres
Well-Known Member
I'm still shaking
I just need to share this with some horsey people who will understand!
I took my new lease horse out on a hack today that was supposed to be relaxing and gentle, as he's an old fella coming back into work. Almost all the ride is on dead quiet dirt backroads, except for the bit right near the yard gate, there's about 70 metres of tarmac on a curve, but there's still nice verges. The roads are usually quiet anyway, as I live in a tiny town, and the cars we did pass were all very courteous and sensible. I haven't taken him out before, so my mum kindly agreed to drive along in front of us so we weren't totally alone as it was our first time out. He was pretty good, shied a bit and looked at every little thing and was nervy but he hasn't been out in years, probably.
Well. Right as we were heading home on that little strip of road near the gate, a MASSIVE B-double truck comes haring along, sees us, speeds up and COMES OFF THE ROAD about four feet onto the verge DIRECTLY towards us! There was no way he didn't see us. We had hardly any space between truck and fence. I'd accepted our fate, I thought that was it for us.
It had to be on purpose, I just can't see why he'd do it otherwise! He came so so close and sprayed up all the grass clippings and dirt all over us, poor Charleston reared a little, spun around then started shaking so much he nearly dropped to the ground. I thought he was going to shake apart
I felt so bad for him.
We went back after and you can see the tyre tracks off the road where the truck churned everything up. I just don't know what to think? Why would someone do that on purpose? I kinda feel like we were almost murdered today!
I took my new lease horse out on a hack today that was supposed to be relaxing and gentle, as he's an old fella coming back into work. Almost all the ride is on dead quiet dirt backroads, except for the bit right near the yard gate, there's about 70 metres of tarmac on a curve, but there's still nice verges. The roads are usually quiet anyway, as I live in a tiny town, and the cars we did pass were all very courteous and sensible. I haven't taken him out before, so my mum kindly agreed to drive along in front of us so we weren't totally alone as it was our first time out. He was pretty good, shied a bit and looked at every little thing and was nervy but he hasn't been out in years, probably.
Well. Right as we were heading home on that little strip of road near the gate, a MASSIVE B-double truck comes haring along, sees us, speeds up and COMES OFF THE ROAD about four feet onto the verge DIRECTLY towards us! There was no way he didn't see us. We had hardly any space between truck and fence. I'd accepted our fate, I thought that was it for us.
It had to be on purpose, I just can't see why he'd do it otherwise! He came so so close and sprayed up all the grass clippings and dirt all over us, poor Charleston reared a little, spun around then started shaking so much he nearly dropped to the ground. I thought he was going to shake apart
We went back after and you can see the tyre tracks off the road where the truck churned everything up. I just don't know what to think? Why would someone do that on purpose? I kinda feel like we were almost murdered today!