Horses lend us the wings we lack.

In riding a horse we borrow freedom.

The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Crazy country girl

Okay, this isn't a horse related post-but its something you will appreciate.  My boyfriend is an avid dirtbike rider.  My last birthday, I was given my very own bike.  I am still learning, but I think I am doing pretty good considering the number of times I have ridden it.  Last Sunday, my boyfriend and I went down on our dirtbikes into the meadow to ride the trails for a bit. For a beginner rider (dirtbike rider) this adventure seemed more challenging on motorbike than it did ontop my horse. Having forgotten my gear- I thought my boyfriend would have remembered it??? LOL I was wearing my riding helmet, riding gloves, Kerrits riding breeches and my baby phats. Yeah, I looked cool alright.  First we went down the giant hill (which really is quite small on horse, but HUGE on bike). I put it in neutral and braked the whole way down.  My heart was thumping. Next, came the creek.  Luckily the entrance into the creek is quite shallow, but the exit, quite steep and slippery. I put it in first gear and gunned it up out of the creek - I made it, but barely  I putted around the meadow and started feeling more confident on my little bike. My boyfriend ripped up the trails, making it look way too easy. At least now I can appreciate when people compliment my effortless skills in the saddle.  Mostly, I just like to sit on my bike and admire him.  When it was time to go back home, I expressed my worry about crossing the creek again. This time, I had to enter it steep, slippery, rutted side first.  My boyfriend lectured me no matter what DO NOT drop the bike in the water, put your feet in the water before you drop the bike.  But, what about my baby phats!?!  I didn't want to get them wet- they are expensive!  For some reason, perhaps I was feeling more confident than I thought, or maybe I wasn't thinking clearly, I crossed the creek in second gear. WAY TOO FAST!  Going down the steep slope, I needed to brake, but in a fret, I gassed instead and didn't let off. Where the heck is the brake?!?  I created a tidal wave through the creek, and was soaked head to toe, there goes keeping the baby phats dry.  I barely managed to stop before I got to the fencing on the other side of the creek.  I popped the clutch and looks back.  My boyfriend was shaking his head laughing.  He didn't know at that point what had happened, but he could see from my drenched state and the muddy creek bed that I had an adventure.  I didn't drop it I exclaimed!  I kept the bike up- only thanks to my expert balance from riding horses.

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