THE SUN POUNDED ON MY BACK, sweat poured onto my glasses, and my quarter horse legs turned mule. Dust whipped and swirled a mocking dance, but I kept on.... because I could see my friends' tiny silhouettes far ahead.
I'll be damned if those cats are gonna put the hurt on me!
Why?... because we ride and train together and I know (think? hope? pray?) I can keep up.
I'm part of that, I whisper to no one....
Riders of a feather, race together... jingled in my head.
When it was over.
I looked that podiums.
Many were filled with friends. And those that weren't friends before were talking about meetin' up for some future riding and training.
Because they've found a kindred spirit with kindred talent... and they're into the social side, the personal challenge side, the learning side... way more important than the winning side.
Which is why riders of a feather, race together.
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