Reynolds Racing - Heather's Blog
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
We loaded up 6 horses Friday morning, after bathing them all. There were three trailers from our ranch heading up to Grant Ranch with 9 total horses. 6 of them were ours, the other three belonged to Scott, Rebecca and Joan.
Jeremy was looking forward to riding Stirgess on his first FEI 50 and the first time we were going to let Stirgess move out a bit. I would ride Bey on the open 75, a rider from the UK named Sam would ride Roof on his first FEI 50, Dom Freeman would ride Razin on the open 50, our good friend Chris from South Dakota would ride Nixon on the open 50 and a rider from Sweden named Caroline would ride our new horse Turbo (this horse arrived from Colorado the previous Friday from Garrett Ford) on the open 50.
The three other horses were Scott on his horse Marvel on the open 75, Rebecca on her horse Sid on the LD helping Joan on her horse Kongo.
The drive up the road to that race is REALLY tight especially when you have a very long LQ trailer like ours. My friend Maddy and I drove ahead in her orange KIA with or hazzards on, to flag down oncoming traffic and possibly save a bicyclist from a head on collision with our truck. We made it up safely...
Read more here:
http://www.reynoldsracing.us/heathers_blog/view/342/shine___shine_fei_ride
Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
Red Barn Run - Keith Kibler
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Posted on March 8, 2011 by Keith Kibler
Red Barn Run
March 2011
You know the old story about the battle being lost for the want of a nail? Mammals don’t function well with foot problems. The same is true for human mammals. When I was in my 40’s, I was the runner of the year in Southern Illinois. Then a trailer hitch failed and dropped a fully loaded band trailer on my left foot and crushed it. I was told I would never run again and would end up in a wheel chair. The Dr’s were wrong, as I completed two Iron Man Triathlons after their prophecy of doom. Prayer and hard work won the day and I learned to never give up. My license plate is “Triagn”.
Shortly before Red Barn Run in Ga., I had to unhook my diesel truck from our stock trailer and hook up the live aboard. The ball hung up on the transfer as I tried to raise the stock trailer and I found it would not release it. I stepped on the truck to use my body weight to jostle the ball out of the hitch. The problem was that I stepped on the hitch instead of the bumper. The truck came lose, rolled back into the chocked stock trailer and pinned my right foot against the stinger of the stock trailer. I called out to my wife Sandy and told her I was in trouble and needed HELP! She walked my direction. I suggested pointedly she should hurry as my “good foot” was being crushed. She carefully used the brake and gas pedal to pull the truck off of my foot. It was very bruised, but not broken, as far as I could tell.
The race in Ga. was on and I was glad to leave 30 degree weather. The drive was 12 hours and I went to the ride meeting as Sandy signed us up. We had taken Cheyenne, a 7 year old TWH mare for Sandy. I had taken my two favorite horses. That would be my rocket fast MFT racking horse Blues and my 100 mile TWH mare Kate. Blues is a Ferrari and Kate is a Honda.
Sandy decided to change the order of when the horses would be ridden due to the weather forecast. Kate is much slower than both Cheyenne and Blues, but is not affected much by heat and humidity. Blues is heavily muscled and is affected more by hot weather...
Read more here:
http://shawneesunrisefarm.net/wordpress/?p=172
Posted on March 8, 2011 by Keith Kibler
Red Barn Run
March 2011
You know the old story about the battle being lost for the want of a nail? Mammals don’t function well with foot problems. The same is true for human mammals. When I was in my 40’s, I was the runner of the year in Southern Illinois. Then a trailer hitch failed and dropped a fully loaded band trailer on my left foot and crushed it. I was told I would never run again and would end up in a wheel chair. The Dr’s were wrong, as I completed two Iron Man Triathlons after their prophecy of doom. Prayer and hard work won the day and I learned to never give up. My license plate is “Triagn”.
Shortly before Red Barn Run in Ga., I had to unhook my diesel truck from our stock trailer and hook up the live aboard. The ball hung up on the transfer as I tried to raise the stock trailer and I found it would not release it. I stepped on the truck to use my body weight to jostle the ball out of the hitch. The problem was that I stepped on the hitch instead of the bumper. The truck came lose, rolled back into the chocked stock trailer and pinned my right foot against the stinger of the stock trailer. I called out to my wife Sandy and told her I was in trouble and needed HELP! She walked my direction. I suggested pointedly she should hurry as my “good foot” was being crushed. She carefully used the brake and gas pedal to pull the truck off of my foot. It was very bruised, but not broken, as far as I could tell.
The race in Ga. was on and I was glad to leave 30 degree weather. The drive was 12 hours and I went to the ride meeting as Sandy signed us up. We had taken Cheyenne, a 7 year old TWH mare for Sandy. I had taken my two favorite horses. That would be my rocket fast MFT racking horse Blues and my 100 mile TWH mare Kate. Blues is a Ferrari and Kate is a Honda.
Sandy decided to change the order of when the horses would be ridden due to the weather forecast. Kate is much slower than both Cheyenne and Blues, but is not affected much by heat and humidity. Blues is heavily muscled and is affected more by hot weather...
Read more here:
http://shawneesunrisefarm.net/wordpress/?p=172