WoopsiiD
Well-Known Member
Today I was talked into riding after a break of 2 1/2 years!!
It was a beautiful day and the horse was a gent.
Five minutes from home we turned around a corner and were slowly making our way-in single file-down the hill on the home stretch.
Chatting away about life and such when the next thing I hear is the sound of squealing brakes.
I look behind me to see some sort of pick up truck trying to stop. I have no idea what make the car was as he was so close I couldn't see badge....just bonnet, windscreen and a bald headed man with a look of sheer terror on his face.
He swerved away from us and into the path of an oncoming car...then he turned back at us!
I don't recall what happened next as I really thought that this was it so I closed my eyes and braced for impact and the moment that my horses legs would be taken from under him.
After what seemed ages I heard my friend screaming that it was a 30 mile an hour zone for a reason. I opened my eyes and realised that the bloody horse had saved our bacon!
He did not so much as flinch! He had kept moving forward and taken us out of the way of the truck and onto a verge.
Driver then hurled the usual crap about we shouldn't be there, we don't pay tax....and sped off!
We have witnesses and have to go to make a formal statement at the police station tomorrow, but in reality what can or will they do?
*we were lit up like a council house at Crimbo so not seeing us is a lame excuse!
It was a beautiful day and the horse was a gent.
Five minutes from home we turned around a corner and were slowly making our way-in single file-down the hill on the home stretch.
Chatting away about life and such when the next thing I hear is the sound of squealing brakes.
I look behind me to see some sort of pick up truck trying to stop. I have no idea what make the car was as he was so close I couldn't see badge....just bonnet, windscreen and a bald headed man with a look of sheer terror on his face.
He swerved away from us and into the path of an oncoming car...then he turned back at us!
I don't recall what happened next as I really thought that this was it so I closed my eyes and braced for impact and the moment that my horses legs would be taken from under him.
After what seemed ages I heard my friend screaming that it was a 30 mile an hour zone for a reason. I opened my eyes and realised that the bloody horse had saved our bacon!
He did not so much as flinch! He had kept moving forward and taken us out of the way of the truck and onto a verge.
Driver then hurled the usual crap about we shouldn't be there, we don't pay tax....and sped off!
We have witnesses and have to go to make a formal statement at the police station tomorrow, but in reality what can or will they do?
*we were lit up like a council house at Crimbo so not seeing us is a lame excuse!