I suspect that the positive results would be Nope, not going to do that again
Ban the highway liter! All gas must be sold in gallons only! The metric system is un-American!
Why donāt they measure gas in Olympic size swimming pools! Never quite sure when the measurements change to swimming pools.
The metric system is the devil donāt you know?
Huh, I didnāt realise he was so public minded. I guess heāll be okay if they set up those tent cities for the homeless and drug addicted (NOT homeless encampments, obviously ) near his house?
Especially if it complicates measurements for Minute Rice Risotto.
Yeah⦠he frequents Dressage Hub, so Iām not quite sure how COTH is the place where the crazies congregate, comparing the twoā¦
Hysterical given the fact that many COTH members are actively riding and/or showing.
And he is not.
Funny, heās not here, and yet he does quite the talking about riders he sees a picture or a video of
And never has.
I think he stole that picture from DHā¦a great research resource for all things dressage.
Notice that was posted quite recently, so Iām guessing heās aware of this thread. Or lurking. Must not have occurred to him that if he hadnāt written that insipid ābookā full of fantasy and barely concealed names and places, then we wouldnāt be discussing him. Heād fade into relative obscurity. The dust bin of dressage, if you will.
Ha!
Hi Nick! I showed Fourth level and got a Reserve Regional Championship! What were your scores again at Fourth Level? Who seems better able to train a horse up the levels?
I think most people on this board ride and train better than you, and that really annoys you. We see you.
Um, this from a guy whose only ride in about the last five years has been on a ride-on mower?
Iām guessing his wife wants those boxes of his ābookā out of the garage quick smart. Of course, he hasnāt actually linked to the book should anyone care to buy it, but thatād take an atom of marketing skill.
But did you score in the 40s? Yeah, I didnāt think so.
ETA: Congratulations!
We should all just admit we conspired to tank Nickās scores. Remember how we wined and dined that judge the night before the show? It was at The Basement Lounge, and you had one too many tequila shots. As you whirled around in an alcohol-fueled interpretative dance of the pirouette, you dragged the end of your robeās belt through the bowl of guacamole and it slid off the table. The judge laughed so hard, and had such a good time she said, and I quote, āThis was the time of my life! What can I do for you COTHers? Name it.ā And the rest is historyā¦
I remember crying when the guac fell, guac is always extra and it was such a waste.