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November 21, 2016


Horses are pretty regular around these parts, everybody has a few in the front yard, along with cows, chickens, and various other things you'll never see in suburbia, so I am pretty familiar with them.
Large mostly passive animals they are, and indeed they have unique personalities not unlike that of dogs, though a little more reserved.
Couple years ago I got the opportunity to hang out at a horse racing track and observe the horses there, in rest, play, and work. They ain't the same thing - like a whole nuther species.
People that haven't spent time with regular horses might not see the diff. Thoroughbreds are much more refined than everyday horses. They look diff, slimmer, longer legs, streamlined, and they (suffer) from ADHA, and act like they've drank 100 cups of high grade coffee. nervous, jittery, vying to break loose and just run, Run, RUN! In fact, it seems like they aren't fully occupied unless they are at a full gallop.
They get bored easily. We get used to seeing Corvettes lounging around, driving down the boulevards like all the other flotsam and rarely do we get to see the results of the shear terror that lurks just under the hood, when release happens and that which was designed long ago culminates in 2 wide black lines as far as the eye can see. Thus it is with the thoroughbreds, just below the surface in the hearts of the excellers, also lies the terror of the winner.
Standing next to the track as 6 of these powerful animals blow by is an experience not soon forgotten. The smell, the speed, the raw power, the pounding of the earth, the rooster tails that shower the onlookers - it takes a brave person to mount such an out of control, but slightly controlled, biological machine in full work mode. The blinders keep them manageable for I think they might spar with each other if they could see them, but the driver must keep them focused on forward only.
When the gate opens and these amazing land animals approach at full speed it is not uncommon to step back away from the continuous explosion only to step back up as it passes and the wind blows your hair sideways. What a spectacle! Posted by: ghostsniper @ AMERICAN DIGEST

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 21, 2016 3:50 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I know, my daughter has one.
Dumber than a box of rocks, and shys at a blowing plastic bag in abject panic. Its a thing.

Posted by: foodog at November 21, 2016 9:14 PM

What is the deal with double comments- is it my ad-blocker, or is it the blogging platform?

Posted by: foodog at November 21, 2016 9:17 PM

Most,if not all of the jockeys who ride these hi-octane creatures have a body full of broken bones.It's a tough life,but horse people are passionate about it.

Posted by: Nori at November 22, 2016 3:06 PM

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