Saturday, May 30, 2009

Riding in the car

Anybody else follow Equestrian Ink? Mugwump's post reminded me of something I used to do growing up - and I still do it occasionally even now. Any guesses as to what?

I won't keep you in suspense.

When I wasn't happily turning pages - yes, I'm one of those annoying people who can read absolutely anywhere, including the back of a big yellow bus bouncing down a dirt road without getting the slightest bit sick - I was staring out the window, imagining myself galloping along over whatever terrain we happened to be driving past.

The color of the horses I rode varied through the years - I think a blue roan with a flowing, jet black mane and tail was my mount of choice for a long time after I read Zane Grey's Valley of the Wild Horses, and there were bays, steel grays, sorrels and buckskins now and then. I don't remember every daydreaming paints or palaminos, though - too much white to keep clean of grass stains and mud, even in my imagination - or possibly, there just weren't too many nice specimens of either around where I happened to be? Whatever the reason, my imaginary horses were usually more earth-toned than not.

These days my out-the-window mount is most often a bright red chestnut - he has the requisite flowing mane and tail, and if he's on the round side and not terribly tall, he suits me just fine. Of course, in my fantasies, Sunny's usually a bit more cooperative....

How about you? Did you/do you daydream in technicolor about sailing across ditches and charging up hillsides while the wheels turn round?

1 comment:

Braymere Custom Saddlery said...

I really related to that part of Janet's post as well. I was always looking for walls and fences to jump because my imaginary horse was the most incredible jumper. The color varied but chestnut was probably the most common and she was always a mare...

Fun post and I'm glad to find out that I'm not the only one!