I love and enjoy horse racing. I think it’s in my blood. When I was little (around 1974) my family went to New Mexico to meet some of my daddy’s family. We had horses back in Nevada, but in New Mexico everyone owned ’’race horses’’. They had pictures of races and trophies everywhere. The conversation at the dinner table always included racing and the horses. We even went to the race track (Ruiodoso Downs) and spent the day.
In New Mexico, the athlete of choice is the quarter horse. He is a bit shorter and stockier than the elegant thorough bred.
The next day my daddy’s great aunt took me to a horse auction. I remember sitting there staring up at these beautiful animals. They were true beauties. Their shiny coats tight over their muscular bodies. I live in New Mexico now. I haven’t gone to a race track since I’ve been here, but I did get something out of racing. I own an ex-race horse.