When you go to a fair to race, you’re really reminded of what harness racing is all about.
The old men in easy chairs chatting as you enter. A grandmother in a wheelchair greeted with such deference and respect by everyone.
…Regular drivers, many who are silent competitors on the bigger tracks, become once again old friends, with much teasing, handshakes and laughter.
Little tykes, scooting quickly about as horses go in and out to race. Kittens sparring by the stalls.
No one young or old minded the torrential rains that poured down, the esteemed judges urging “safety first”, then…as the rain grew ever harder, dispensing with the starting car altogether, and declaring a “gentleman’s start”!
Nervous young drivers, getting valuable experience and tutelage from older mentors, leaning closer to whisper to them, before each race.
I drank it all in… as I sat with Rocky, and savored it.
It was something we thought we would always have, but now realizing how it may be fleeting, and come to an end one day. The Horse Himself was their center without question, each one taken care of, as a prized companion.
As we ate bbq and brats in the gritty mud, we felt like royalty. This is how harness racing started, and how at least this part of harness racing was meant to be. Lord, please keep the fair racing around!!