I am not much of a gambler. About the biggest gamble I take is forgetting to say my prayers.
But I love the atmosphere of the race track!
When I was a kid, I read all of the Black Stallion books by Walter Farley and also, the related Flame books.
Jockeys are tremendous athletes. If you watch a jockey’s head as the horse flies around the track, it is very smooth and level. His (or her) knees act like shock absorbers. But the horse underneath is bouncing fiercely.
Feminists should love horse racing. Stallions, geldings and mares all compete in the same race. Men and women jockeys compete in the same race. It is not like basketball or football, with separate men’s and women’s teams.
One of the best days of my life was the day my extended family got together to celebrate my Mom’s 75th birthday by sponsoring a race at AkSarBen.
People often ask what kind of horn I played at the AkSarBen, since it is very long and has only two valves. It is a D.E.G. Herald Bugle, in the key of G. The valves are not necessary.
Some track buglers use their trumpet. Some use a
At Horsemen's Park, I used a Kanstul fanfare or herald trumpet that is unfolded like my bugle but has 3 valves, and sometimes played tunes other than just “Call to the Post”.
In 2012 I tripped in the winner's circle. I did not fall, but in doing the dance motions I invented so I wouldn't fall, I must have strained something. In two days I couldn't walk. I spent 3 weeks in the hospital and 3 months in a nursinghome. I couldn't even roll over in bed without help.
Then I lived in my laundry room in the basement for many months because I was unable to climb the steps to the living area.
I am doing pretty good now, but the track has not had me back. Horse racing has had a tough time of it since the dog track and then the casinos opened across the river in Iowa.