On Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:16:57 -0800 (PST), Tim wrote:

On Dec 13, 1:23 pm, "Reginald P. Smithers III"
I have to ask, what is a 1600 lb firecracker? If you mean a horse, I
love horses, but I do approach an unknown horse with caution, just so he
can get used to me.

I never cared for horses, I got thrown a couple times when i was a
kid. Once the horse got stung by a bee.

I'd rather take my chance's with an old Ossa 250 , or Bultaco 360. At
least if you get thrown off of them, it's probably your own fault.

When I was in sixth grade, living on my Grandfather's farm, he would take
me with him to visit the local farmers as he did his tax assessor duties.
He even let me drive his Hudson!

One day at a farm I noticed a Shetland pony in the pasture. The owner asked
if I'd like to ride it, which was exactly what I was hoping. So the owner
puts a bridle on the horse and says, "Get on!"

The little horse, with me hanging on and my feet damn near on the ground,
took off at a gallop for the end of the pasture. When it gets there, it
makes a U-turn, still hauling ass, and heads back to the fence where my
grandfather and the farmer are laughing their asses off at me trying to
stay on the damn animal.

Just as it got near the fence, and I'm thinking the little ******* is going
to slow down enough for me to get off, it makes a sharp left. I'm
frantically trying to get back to the middle of the little monster's back,
and look up just in time to see the chicken coop.

Apparently the little ****head horse had done this before, and knew it
could dislodge a passenger this way. The chicken coop door was only about 5
feet high, just high enough to let the horse through as the side of the
coop caught me in the chest and slid me off the ass end of the friggin'
beast! Yeah, Grandpa and the farmer had tears coming down their cheeks.

I've always liked horses, but I've never again trusted Shetland ponies, or
any of those other little *******s.
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John H