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Still Waiting to go to the Parade
My stirrups once broke off my saddle during a gallop through a swamp, leaving me stranded while he disappeared ahead. I knew he would go home, so I just got up and started walking. Turns out, Skeeter had gotten to the train tracks close to the barn when the train got there, and had run down the center of the tracks in front of it while a news crew recorded it/he was chased by cops. Eventually he jumped down to the road into traffic, missed being hit twice and made it home. He was a legend amongst local barns/riders.