dogatemysalad
Well-Known Member
This thread reminds me of an old school ex jockey. She had a new ginger mare on loan which was on the wrong side of crazy, but the woman was fearless. She told me that she'd hacked the horse over from its old yard 6 miles away. The direct route meant a couple of miles along a dual carriageway. Not a problem, we often rode on the wide verges on trusted horses.
However, this mare was not a trusted horse. It spooked and shot across the central reservation into the path of an artic lorry. The driver slammed his breaks on, the horse slipped and went down in front of the screeching lorry, but the jockey sat on and kicked. Horse got to her feet and scrambled up.
The poor driver, thinking he'd killed them, jumped out of the cab and was promptly sick on the road. After apologising profusely, she carried on the ride to the new yard. She said, no bugger has ever got me off and this one wasnt going to be the first.
While I admire her stickability, I was slightly less impressed by her decision making skills. Poor lorry driver and poor horse.
However, this mare was not a trusted horse. It spooked and shot across the central reservation into the path of an artic lorry. The driver slammed his breaks on, the horse slipped and went down in front of the screeching lorry, but the jockey sat on and kicked. Horse got to her feet and scrambled up.
The poor driver, thinking he'd killed them, jumped out of the cab and was promptly sick on the road. After apologising profusely, she carried on the ride to the new yard. She said, no bugger has ever got me off and this one wasnt going to be the first.
While I admire her stickability, I was slightly less impressed by her decision making skills. Poor lorry driver and poor horse.