I have a beautiful photo taken of a former rider in
the Great American Horse race sitting atop Harlan Morrow's buckskin Quarter
Horse, beautifully naked as a jay bird. You'd think the GAHR was a
tolerant and wild bunch, but she was booted out of camp. I guess she made
the mistake of streaking the camp in Utah, when the press happend to be in
camp. Some day i'd like to publish that photo.
My only experience was 20 years or so ago when the
streak song played all the time and i was in Holts Bar in Roanoke, Va. w/
my crazy cousins. They took up wagers that they could get someone to
streak and told me that if i did i would get half. Being crazy myself i
took the bet. Well i stripped down at the bar to everything but my
sunglasses and went for the door and got there and it was locked.... I turned
arround probably red all over and the the lady bartender was there w/ a broom
and hit me over the head and knocked my sunglasses off as my cousins were
laughing and howling at the bar pointing their fingers at me. It was one
my my most embaressing moments. I finally got out and they paid up, but to
this day i have never forgot that experience and somehow give them their "Pay
Back'. So far i haven't thought of anything as good to do to them as
they did to me. But i'm still
thinking..... ts
