I took Harley and all his gear to the arena. He warmed up very lazy, huffin and puffin in the heat. So after a 10min warmup, I hopped on. Had no clue what would happen next.
Walk, good. Trot, pushy speedy. What the? I asked for half halt, he ran through it. I hoped to canter him and settle him down.
Splat. He spooked, bent sideways, and took off with out me.
I'm okay... right hand is tore up where for some unknown reason I tried to hold on.
And today? Well, I rode both, but I'm gonna make you wait and wonder... =)