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It was the only way a working class city kid like me could afford to ride.
Every once in a while we'd get some big talking guy in shiny boots, spurs & cowboy hat. These guys were told to get rid of the spurs and often assigned "Twister" a horse who despite his name had a cranky but generally benevolent disposition--as long as you treated him as he deserved to be treated. If you could actually ride you'd have a very pleasant hour with him. If you couldn't ride and were sufficiently humble, he would take care of you, kind of like a grumpy old babysitter. If you couldn't ride, but thought you could, you would discover Twister's remarkable talent for remembering the location of every low hanging branch along the trail and you would have a long, unhappy walk home.
I too hate a poser. George W. Bush managed to ride that faux cowboy image to the White House and it is ridiculous.
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