Friday, November 20, 2009

Riding Pepenary

I hurt from head to toe. Was it the 90 minute walk I took around the north end of town while waiting for tires to be worked on earlier this week? Or was it riding Pepenary? I tend to say the ride. But why? Makes no sense...I'm not out of riding shape. My body knows what it's doing...right?

Evidently not. I haven't ridden this pistol packing cutter since last spring, back when Sandy was down at Curt's prior to the Sacramento makeover. She's come a long way since then, and let me tell you, she's one smokin' son of a gun! Girl's got cow...way more than I've got. I thought I could ride. I've changed my mind. I was being tossed around like Raggedy Ann. I think I've got whiplash.



Beanie took the video. It looks pretty mild. I've been back on Pepenary twice since this was taken, and I think I can safely say...things have only gotten worse. Drop your reins. Ride with one hand. Use your legs. Get those stops down in the ground.

Okay.

Sure.

After I'm done screaming like a girl.





(Thank you, Teresa, for letting me use your music!)


3 comments:

Mrs Mom said...

I need a chiro visit just from reading about your ride Tracey ;)

Tracey said...

Me, too! Let alone actually riding it =)

photogchic said...

That looks like fun. What a cool horse.