While there actually is a Wintec running martingale residing somewhere in my garage/auxiliary tack room, I've opted not to put it on Archie. I'll probably regret this decision once I look like Owen Wilson's love child and I will give you all free rein to mock me. My thoughts run something like this: three steps out of a thousand, he explodes. I don't feel like that's enough to put something on him that may or may not piss him off even more. Fortunately, other than being a little tense, the big guy has been pretty good for our past few rides.
And here's a link to a super-timely and informative post on explosive ponies. Horse Nation, are you reading my blog?
Which brings me to my excitement:
|Pretty damn good, if I say so myself.|
I'd like to thank my SupraFlex Beta 3 vest, my half-Xanax, my arthritic old man, and the weeks and weeks of slow conditioning that brought us to this moment.