OK, maybe I'm missing something here. I like looking like a girl from time
to time just to surprise everyone, and I have been known to occasionally
wear a skirt or dress (although like as not I'm wearing it with mud boots
underneath), but honestly, the times when I want to be Coy and Demure (not that
anyone's really buying THAT act), it is NOT while I'm belting along at
an endurance ride. Therefore, I can only assume this poor demented
creature's reasons for riding in a skirt were:
1) She's trolling for a man and figured since the rest of us women were
sweaty, grubby, screaming like a shrew at crew and spending too damn
much time watching our horses pee, she should by comparison look pretty
good.
2) She's really taken to heart the idea that 25's are just for training
and in order to steel herself to the Pain and Agony of a first 50, she
did the most excruciating thing she could think of that didn't actually involve
barbed wire, cattle prods or branding irons.
3) She's been watching too much Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, Dances with Wolves,
and Little House on the Prarie and has not yet puzzled out that TV and
movies are all pretend people on pretend horses.
4) She had told everyone at work she was having an incredibly wild, mad,
passionate affair and needed the rug burns to prove it.