When I was a kid, my barn used to haul my 12.2 hand pony in the very front in the manner that Saje described. One time, on the highway, the driver glanced at the side view mirror to see Takoa getting to his feet on the grassy median.:eek::eek::eek:
[For you Ron White fans:
He fell out.
He fell out.
He fell the #^*& out.] :winkgrin:
Near as anybody could figure out, one of the horses had chomped him on the neck, he backed up in protest and hit the side door, which then opened, and he tumbled out arse over teakettle–luckily into the grass and not on the pavement. He didn’t have a mark on him and had no apparent injuries, but that was the last time they hauled a pony like that.