Endurance Horses and Riders
The
Mount
Al Kamar Raka Shazaam was often called "you b-stard" until he found
an owner as hyper as he, an endurance addict. Can spook at a blowing
leaf, spin a 360 and not lose his big trot rhythm or give up an inch
to the horse behind him. Has learned to eat, drink, pee and drop to
his resting pulse rate on command. Has compiled 3,450 AERC miles, with
his rider compiling 3,445 -- those five miles being the ones he was
chased down the trail after performing his trademark 360 turn, without
said aforementioned rider.
The
Rider
The Endurance addict is wearing Lycra tights in some neon color. Has
not read the rule that Lycra is a privilege, not a right. The shinier,
the better, so that they can find her body when her mount dumps her
down (another) ravine. Wearing hiking sneakers of some sort and a smear
of trail dirt on the cheek. Sporting one of the zillions of T-shirts
she got for paying $75 to complete some other torturous ride. Socks
may or may not match (each other).
Overheard
Frequently
From the Endurance Addict -- "Anyone have Advil?" "Anyone have food?
-- I think last year's Twinkies finally went bad." "For this pain, I
spend money?" "Oh I never bring hay or water to the vet checks -- there's
always plenty around." "Quick, quick, did you look, was his pee okay?"
"Shazaam, you b-stard -- it's just a leaf [thud]!"
