Horse Show

There are four horse shows in Texas for me per year. I don’t ride. I don’t really work. I don’t even know much about horses. But my talented, beautiful girlfriend does. She is part of the longest tradition of partnerships, i.e. horse and man. They have conquered continents together, vanquished the Aztec and Inca empires together, and now man only rides them for pleasure. The once proud warrior breeds wouldn’t know a battle if they stepped in it. It’s only natural that the horse is put into pleasure riding after cars were invented. It makes me believe that when auto-pilot cars or flying smart cars are created that we will pine for the days of operated automobiles and there will be car competitions with spectators marveling at how well the driver can shift gears or make smooth turns. We are in a new world and we have new pastimes. Our cars carry horsepower; however, they are powered by the convenience of just filling up and pulling out on the highway to explore the strip malls and fast food joint of America’s paved crossroads.