It doesn't make much difference how fast a horse can run if the jockey doesn't cross the finish line with him.
Annie is a jockey and horse trainer of good reputation. She passed along this story about a horse we'll call TANGO SED.
Clyde,
a local horseman who ran horses frequently at the ol' San Juan Downs
Race Track in Farmington, New Mexico spotted TANGO in a pasture. He
watched him over a few days, liked him, and bought the four-year old
stud. Problem was, nobody could ride him. The local cowboys all tried.
As did the trainers, retired jockeys, weekend buckaroos, electricians,
rough necks, silversmiths, auctioneers and parolees. But nobody could
stay on the bucker.
Finally some out
of town bronc busters were summoned. They eared him down, mounted up and
got bucked off like all the rest. It was disappointing for Clyde but
he bit the bullet and sold TANGO to a Navajo man from the reservation.
Six
months went by and one day TANGO showed up at the race track. Not only
that, he smoked the competition! He won the 250, the 330, the 400 and
the quarter mile races he entered. Clyde's judgment was redeemed. He
knew TANGO could run. After the races he went down to the barns and
found the Navajo man.
"Congratulations! That sure is a great horse," said Clyde. "I always believed he could win. But tell me, how did you break him?"
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