THE TRUE HORSEMAN
Recently I enjoyed some of the best driving horses the world
has to offer. Restored coaches are a sight, with matching
teams of flowing animals. Stylish grooms playing brass horns
complete the look, and fanciful dresses present the finest
of tailgate parties. A twinge of awe ripples through the spectators,
and the wow factor is always extremely high.
However, on the hottest day of this year so far, with a 7
mile drive about to start, most horsemen used great caution
to let their steeds rest quietly under the trees. One leading
competitor, often praised in horse magazines, chose instead
to leave his horses bake in the sun. This went on for over
an hour, as his large group partied happily nearby and spectators
flocked about, taking photos of his rig.
After the marathon, one wheel horse stood drenched and quivering
from the effort. Rapid respirations showed all was not well.
Yet the drivers largest concern seemed to be the admiration
of the crowds. The struggling horse was ignored, waiting to
again perform in a hot arena. The loudest voiced concern was
if gin or vodka was to be served to the guests.
A true horseman? Hardly. While the horse certainly survived,
those with a deeper understanding and basic horse sense would
never have invited such a situation.
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