Jenny has written one of the most wonderful stories I've ever
read about our sport. This girl has the gift of gab, and, if I don't
know anything else, I might know that. Beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful.
This is the kind of thing that puts it all into perspective and, because of
Jenny, I'm going to shut up with the negative stuff for awhile. I plan on
reading and re-reading this story for a few days so I can reflect (do you do
anything else, Howard?) on it all one more time. Maybe, by then, I'll get
up the nerve to answer Kat's post to me (she may have sent it to that other
site). For some reason when I debate that woman I always feel like the
tiny-whiney scared mouse hiding in the corner knowing ahead of time it's about
to be pounced on by the big bad "KAT."
I can't thank you enough, Jenny. That first paragraph with the
Wal-Mart thing actually made me cry (get it together, Howard). I'm a
Wal-Mart freak myself, which I'm sure is a big surprise to those who thought I
had some class. haha.
cya,
Howard (Hey, how about those Marlins???? Don't forget to watch the
Gator/FSU game next month. It will be the biggest upset of the year since
my Gators haven't beaten FSU in Tallahassee since I've been a Gator)
Then it was ?On the way to camp!? We had caught up to a couple of riders at
the time, but let them go on ahead. Then we had to let Nelson and Mike pass
us, which was the last time I think we had to eat dust that day. (Although we
did follow them for a mile or so!) Where again we met them at a cattle guard,
so they could open and close the gate for us!! Saving us from having to get
off and feel how sore we were. (Thanks guys! That?s what pit crewing is all
about!) We then had to road ride for the next four miles or so! We tried to
make up some time since it was all flat, besides the chatter bumps! We trotted
along catching up to the other two riders when I think Max realized where we
were and started trotting faster. I didn?t have a problem with it, because he
seemed to be moving fine. So we rode together for about three miles when the
other riders decided to race for the finish. That?s when Joyce and I decided
to hold back and let the horses walk in.
