…was as kids, when we hooked up one of our sleds to one of my friend’s ponies–needless to say, we encountered a range of technical difficulties, most of which were probably solved by others long before the Middle Ages…
…was as kids, when we hooked up one of our sleds to one of my friend’s ponies–needless to say, we encountered a range of technical difficulties, most of which were probably solved by others long before the Middle Ages…
Must be that controlling nature of mine. Many years ago I had the “pleasure” of driving a horse in a jog cart. She was broke to it and all, but I have never felt so out of control. Not that she was going fast or not behaving. Just felt like driving a car on ice! 
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
I drove Standardbred race horses in BOCES (a vocational high school). We even broke some rather wild babies to drive. I found my dressage training a help in feeling I was in control. Happy Year, a trotter, who was a full brother to Jodevin, was my favorite.
Endurance Rider Wannabee!
