My friend Rhoda joined me for the trip down this weekend (that's her aboard). I rode and practiced shoulders in, posting on diagonals, and pushing him up to extended trot.
The worst part of the day was the drive home. on Rt 23 and Commerce, the jackass in the full size pickup in front of us, decided to pass a van, on the shoulder of the circle! When I saw him pull out and do that, I took my foot off the gas, because I just had a feeling... sure enough, he crashed headfirst into a streetlight! the impact swayed the streetlamp forward, then it came crashing back towards us. I don't know if it was my reflexes, Mercedes' German Engineering, or both, but that light smashed down not 20 feet in front of us! The van the guy was trying to pass was gone, since he probably didn't even see what happened, and the pick-up's front, hood and cab were smashed. We both said that it served them right, but pulled over to check to see if they needed help.
Rhoda called 911 and reported it as they were getting out of their truck. We decided that since they seemed to be OK, we didn't need to hang around to be witnesses... they'd have enough fun explaining THAT without us laughing at them. Pinheads.
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