Join Date: May 2010
Location: Bristol, R. I.
Bikes: Specialized Secteur, old Peugeot
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My favorite horse was named Cochise but his friends called him Coach. He was some mixture with lots of quarter horse with the broad chest and wide set legs for fast maneuvering. He was not beautiful in the show horse sort of way but he had a beautiful personality, being both spirited and gentle and liked being around people. If you called him when in the pasture he'd come running and we would both enjoy a nose or forehead rub. If his owner John rode him, Coach would rear up as if to say, "We're going to have a great ride - I'm ready". If anyone else road him, he wouldn't do that. He was also a ham. If he saw something glinting by the side of the road, say a beer can, he'd pretend to be frightened by opening his eyes wide and acting skittish by walking sideways, which horses do if they think a mountain lion is about to latch onto a hind quarter. I would let him know the performance was of Academy Award caliber.
Horses give off a certain energy which is why we like being around them. John and Cochise are gone now but it there is a heaven they'd both better be there - I miss them.