Motions before the Board of Directors at the Convention

["Howard Bramhall" <hwb67@msn.com>]

----- Original Message -----

From: Truman Prevatt

Sent: Tuesday, February 26, 2002 9:36 AM

To: Steph Teeter; RideCamp

Subject: [RC] Re: : [RC] Motions before the Board of Directors at the Convention

 

Such pony riding lawyer will probably tell you that the temporary insanity
defense is very hard to use. Secondly, most of us expect the woman in the sport
to be well dressed - pantyhose and all:-).  In fact maybe there should be a rule
that requires all women to put on makeup prioir to the ride:-).

Now Men In Pantyhose ( maybe this would be good title for a horror movie ) is
another story :-).  Of course in various parts ot the US and Canada there are
laws the prohibit the discrimination based on just about every thing  - even men
wearing pantyhose - so in order to be politically correct, we must not
discriminate against men in pantyhose.

Cheers
Truman

Steph Teeter wrote:

> Can you really expect a perfectly oiled machine-like organization from guys
> who wear pantyhose, and women that dress their horses in purple biothane,
> and crazies that think riding a hundred miles in one day is fun, and
> veterinarians that can still smile after 24 hours of watching horses trot
> out, and lawyers who ride funny little ponies all the way across the USA??
> :)

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Since I've been doing the sport of endurance, I have met women who will put on makeup, and even have the nerve to ask me to start their obnoxiously loud generator for them so they can blow dry their hair. This usually occurs around 4AM, the day of the ride, between feeding their horse and saddling up.

One of them who asked me to do this was a hundred miler.  How could I say no to a hundred miler, even considering how I feel about obnoxiously loud generators?  Hundred milers, even women who weigh in at 100 lbs, scare the crap out of me.  For these people are truly crazy, and even though I sometimes think I'm there myself (crazy, not a hundred miler), I am not brave enough to mess with them.  So, I start their generator, and keep my mouth shut.

One day, if she ever gives me permission, I'll tell ya'll about a female hundred miler who lit up a Cajun bar one night with an empty beer bottle, an ex boyfriend, and an attitude that show'd me this women feared no man, no matter what his size.  As soon as the time runs out on the statute of limitations, I'm sure she'll let me spin a tale on that one.  haha, don't hold your breath.

As far as panty hose goes, I'll stick with the tights. And this has nothing to do with any kind of pride I think I have; it has to do with the fact I don't like pulling my pants down to take a leak.  If I had any pride left, I wouldn't spend my time trying to compete and complete against a bunch of wimmen who are constantly kicking my butt out there on the endurance highway.  Tiny hineys rule out there on the trail, and if I ever want to really compete with them I will have to stop drinking beer, lose a ton of weight, and find a horse who can run and run and run, without ever playing the lame game with me and the vet and my farrier.

 

cya,

Howard (controlling endurance riders is like herding cats, a line I've borrowed from Steph.  Can't be done)