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Good Morning.. There was a time i rode Parades with my
horses. The first one was in Cheyenne, Wyoming at the Frontier Days and it
was supposed to be one of the biggest horse parades in the world. It was a
hoot of hollering and having fun. Then i came back and rode the Stanley,
Va. Homecoming parade(the largest municipality in Va.w/out a sewer
system). Almost got into a fight there before i even hit Main St.
They were a drunken beligerant crowd. For a while it was fun. But, then
these VAHA (Va. Arabian Horse Association) Ladies needed a Shiek for their
Mounted Arabian Costume Group. They were mainly Endurance Riders who
liked to dress up in costume and go to parades. Well, i said sure we'll go
to the Cherry Blossom Parade down Constitution Ave. in DC. BayMar had
never been in all that get-up and i even had a cape or something going over his
back. What a get up, me and him. Before i had just been a local in a
floppy hat and here i was in downtown DC w/a Harem. I should have known i
was in for it when the band behind us lit up these loud drums and hoots and
hollers right behind us. Oh my goodness, i swear i have a photo of Bay Mar
w/ all 4 feet off the ground rearing trying to dump me on Constitution
Ave. I had no borium on his shoes and i had never been so terrified in all
my life not so much of getting dumped but where he would have ended up if i
did.. The crowd thought it was great and clapped and just a part of the
show but the more they clapped and the boom box band did their thing the more he
reared, but i was looking for a side street to bail out on but never found
one. Between the boom box band and the rearing i ain't ever been a Shiek
since. tom sites
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