Hubby’s business is often my pleasure so we went to Charleston for a few days. I got 2 carriage rides from the same co. and both pairs (they called them teams,) were mules.
The second pair was named Hit and Run, lol! They were baaaad, picking at each other just like kids in the backseat of a car because the driver wasn’t watching. The driver stands in front, almost always looking back at the guests, just glancing at the mules when necessary.
I sat up front the second time and the driver learned by my wincing when the mules were misbehaving. They began by crashing a shoulder into the other, then the mate did it back. Then head snaking, and the other did it back. Then muzzle bumping, same back. Then they began biting back & forth - and I had to cringe. The driver finally picked up his whip and told them he was getting tired of their picking.
The mules were about as dead-broke as possible and knew the routes, but did not know to stop for oncoming cars.
Before and after the ride, I was able to talk to drivers of 2 single horse hitches, put to vis-a-vis for private rentals. I was comparing (to myself) their harnessing to my practice runs with Cookie and found a dangling (sidecheck) strap and innocently asked, “What’s this? Is it supposed to be clipped to something?” The driver said,“OOOOPS!” and quickly clipped it to the bridle (cheekstrap, not the bit?). He said, “Good eye!”
Wendy