When I was about 14, I was riding my Morgan
mare alongside a lightly-used state highway, the only road I could use to get
from point A to point B. This was in the 1940s and there was little
traffic in our area. I was on the right side of the highway, the proper
side for me to be riding on, and along came some yay-hoo in a pickup. He
drove close enough to my mare to bump the stirrup with the door handle on
the off-side of his truck and knock it off my foot. Some people don't have
a clue of the damage they can do by pulling some trick like that.
Crazy drivers are everywhere. I had people throwing stuff out their
windows, blaring their horns at us and yelling "Hi ho Silver etc", trying
to make my horse spook. The drivers thought it was funny. Some
drivers would just zoom by! However, horses became literally idiot
proof and bomb proof; so something good comes out of it.
