Well, since the whole point of this practically cross country drive was to show…. You would think I grabbed it with both greedy little hands.
But I rode one test a day for four days. As did Courtney. It was the easiest, most relaxed show ever…. 600+ other horses nonwithstanding.
Because Prix St Georges is so much easier than 4-3, I chose to ride PSG for my open show rides, saving 4-3 for my championship ride only.
For those of you who haven’t read it, Fourth level test three was designed by monkeys on LSD. The canter work has no rhythm and is increadibly haphazard. It’s a silly ridiculous test.
Anywho, my Thursday open show ride was easily the most accurate that I have ever ridden. We scored a respectable 64, and I honestly don’t remember the placing or class size. Sorry All.
My PSG championships ride was on Friday.
Dun- dun- DUN!
|Prophetic fortune cookie....|
We were forward. We were powerful. We were on the very brink of control!
We might have continued our extended canter through our turn onto the centerline. We had one break in the pirouettes where I half halted a touch to hard for a canter-walk-canter pirouette transition. Other than that little flub it wasn’t a terrible, terrible test. Considering that there were ponies gleefully running through the Rolex water hazard within sight, we kept our shit together.
Cause, let’s be honest, Bucky identifies strongly with the cart horses.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it that the National Drive was held on the same weekend.
Anywho, We earned a 65% for our less than totally-accurate-but-powerful test. And ended up 17th/50 horses. Top half! Yes! My whole show was already a success!
Saturday’s ride, also PSG was easily my best. We were less spastic, more accurate and mistake free. And we actually won a large Open FEI class! Which, of course, I treated with the dignity and blasé expected of established professionals….
|That's a $1000 coffee cup, folks!|
By Sunday, let’s face it… We were all exhausted. Whoever invented four day horse shows was obviously attempting to kill the entrants. By day three the enthusiasm and adrenaline has worn off, by Day four it’s sheer perseverance. And it was our fourth level championship class.
Bucky was (slightly) tired. I was tired. But we pulled off a mistake free, if not spectacular test. We may have had moments that went full-cart horse. You never want to go full cart horse….
But we earned a ribbon! In a 30 horse Open Championship! SQUEEEEE!!!
|See? See that ribbon?|