Got to ride one of these majestic Arabian horses.. A mare with great lines. I have always loved horses from the time I was about six or seven. My parents knew a a family that bred and raced horses. They put me up on one. From that moment on I loved horses.
12 years later my first real job was on a race track as a groomer on the back side. It was one of the few times that I really enjoyed going into work. I loved the horses. Even the ones that wanted stomp on my foot or the ones that wanted to pin me to the side of the stall.
I had the honor of riding a few hourses in my youth. I never got to care for them myself though. It would have been so nice to bond with at least one of them. I felt bad for the public horses since I couldn’t imagine the horses liking all of the pesky humans.
Not in the middle, but far from the coast. It’s pretty common since the wind is unobstructed. Also, when the wind generators fail and fly to pieces like they do, no one gets hurt.
