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If my dad knew what I was “getting into” as a kid, he’d have a retroactive heart attack.

[note to self: *never* try to “Roman ride” a Shetland pony and Quarter Horse simultaneously over a 2 foot jump ever again...exceedingly unwise and physically impossible]...:)

My father being bought up on a farm at the turn of the last century had been riding horses since he was old enough to climb on the fence and get seated...He was also a mounted police and trained the horses also...He could Roman Ride with the mounted horses,( if I remember correctly they all used saddlebred horses) but his buddy could do 4. I use to have pictures of then doing that riding.. Don't ever remember seeing a picture of one of the guys doing 6 But officer Bergman did 4 easily...Dad also played polo on the mounted team...

Sorry you didn’t figure that one out before hand.

I’ve done some pretty dumb things before that should have killed me too.

Like when I messed around and got myself pitched off my own sail boat Bay of San Francisco in March 1993. High wind conditions, only one other person on the boat, I had no life jacket on. The water is so cold that if you cant override the gasping for air reflex you’ll never come back up. And when you do come up the wind is driving wavelets into your mouth. He was an experienced sailor. He made couple of passes to throw me life vests but the wind took them away. He thew a jib line for me to grab onto nut the boat was still going to fast even with just a small jib sail flying, it drug me along like a bass popper. It was 7 minutes before he could get the boat back to me in an upwind position.