FIRESTONE STABLES Breeder's Cup Workouts

[Cruisey]

Barely Smokin && Talia Smith [BC Juvenile Workout]
Coco Cabana && Devon Blackthorn [BC Marathon Workout]

Frost dotted the paddocks and fence lines as a sleepy Carter drove the trailer up to the Green Horse track. The drive had been a long one due to an early morning accident on the highway to the track. He was pulling the four horse trailer behind his truck, with the rest of the Firestone barn coming in a transport truck later in the day. Parking the trailer in front of their rented stalls, he cut the engine and climbed out, Talia Smith and Devon Blackthorn following behind him. The first load of horses consisted of juveniles Barely Smokin and Innerstellar, along with Coco Cabana and Speak Easy and Harley’s companion animals in the box stall in the middle. Rolo and Tank were the first to come out, which caused Harley to start thrashing about in the trailer. Carter ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at the juvenile.

Slipping the chain over Harley’s nose, he led the bay horse out of the trailer and headed straight for his buddies. Half-dragging Carter down the aisle, he handed the horse off to one of their grooms who had come separately. Devon had a firm grip on Tyler as he lunged out of the trailer, legs lashing out at whoever was near. Devon spoke softly to the horse, who somewhat calmed down enough for the jockey to lead him into a stall. The other two unloaded without a problem and looked at the juveniles as if they were crazy. Sonny and Tyler were two that weren’t working out until later in the week, but Carter figured to bring them over while they had time.

After a few hours of letting Harley and Coco settle in, the sun was almost high in the sky but luckily the air was cool in December. The two bay colts were tacked up and were being led over to the dirt track, followed closely by Rolo, Tank, Carter, and the two jockeys. Clockers were already in their towers, watching the current workouts and waiting for them to finish. Reporters lined the sides of the track, trying to get a glimpse of the top horses in the country that were all aiming to be a Breeders’ Cup champion. This was not Firestone’s first Breeders Cup, and it certainly would not be their last, but this year their string was hot and bursting for that first BC win. Barely Smokin was one of the top horses in his class and age group in Carter’s opinion. Strong, powerful, and bubbling with great HOTY exposure, he was a hopeful to win the Juvenile Dirt. Of course, Carter couldn’t possibly overlook the other fantastic group of juveniles being sent from other barns. While Coco Cabana was not a probable favourite, he had made a name for himself and had gotten himself a much better record than last year. This year, he had done well in both undercard and HOTY races, which should set him up nicely for a good trip in the Marathon.

Giving the two jockeys a leg up, Carter grabbed onto both horses’ bridles and turned to face the two jockeys. “Six furlongs, easy on the first three then let them go. See if Harley can lead and let Coco catch him.” Carter knew both horses could handle the distance fine, and he had decided to change his tactic from last year a little bit. Harley had gotten two weeks off after his run in the Louisiana Legacy, and Coco put in a good run in the 11F Honourable Stakes the week before. Letting go of their bridles, he sent them out onto the track. Photographers and reporters ran to the fence at the sight of two new horses onto the track as Carter made himself comfortable in the no-reporters zone. He had already had a few come up to him asking about his entries, whom he refused to comment until he had seen his horses run.

Talia and Devon rode side by side, the two horses matched in size and stride. They were almost identical if you didn’t count the white markings on their faces. Coco cantered quietly on the outside of Harley, who had his neck curled, excitement and mischief gleaming in his eyes. The warm up to the gates was simple and somewhat relaxed, Harley occasionally wanting to lunge at Coco, but Talia kept him in line. Bringing them back to a walk, Talia lowered her goggles onto her face, and Devon did the same, adjusting his seat in the saddle as Coco was led into the gates first. Harley hesitated a little at the start, but with a few encouraging words and a nudge from Talia he stepped into the chute. Everything was quiet except for the sound of the horses shuffling in the gates, bumping into the metal every so often. Both jockeys grabbed a piece of black mane and prepared for the first burst of speed. Looking over to each other, they both nodded, and the gates opened with a crash.

Harley stumbled out of the gates, but was quick to regain his footing as Coco pushed ahead. Talia muttered a curse as she asked Harley to move up. Devon snuck a look behind him and noticed Harley trailing and asked Coco to slow down. The stallion protested, confused as to why he was being asked to steady back. They were, after all, supposed to go easy the first three furlongs. Harley was quick to catch up though as the younger horse was brought up beside his counterpart. They were galloping at an even pace, their breathing in sync as they blew through the first furlong. Talia was not crouched very far over Harley’s neck, keeping the pace steady, not wanting Harley to burn too much energy. Coco pinned his ears at the young colt, his long strides put him a nose in front, but Devon asked him to slow it down a bit. Coco tossed his head and slowed down reluctantly, letting Harley poke a head in front.

Two furlongs had passed and both jockeys asked their horses to start opening up. Being a seasoned racer, Coco responded almost instantly, but Devon noticed Harley not responding to Talia. When she asked, Harley just pinned his ears at her, keeping the pace that he had. Coco flew past them and was in front by half a body. Carter watched as Coco was pulling away, confusion written on his face. He closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands. What was she doing out there? Carter thought to himself as Coco put more distance between the two. He could see her use the stick on the juvenile, but no response was given. Reporters were furiously writing things down and Carter couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Talia kept on asking Harley for more, but he wasn’t listening. There were two furlongs left in their run and Coco was now ahead by three lengths. Talia was just about to give up when Harley kicked into action, almost taking her out of the saddle if she didn’t keep herself centred. His legs were pumping hard as he lowered his body to the ground. His jockey crouched lower, pumping his neck with her hands. Devon was so focused on letting Coco run that he didn’t notice the juvenile sneak up on him. Coco was flickering his ears back and forth, listening to his jockey’s next move and keeping a close eye on the upcoming horse. A smile was creeping up on Talia’s face as Harley gained ground, and he gained it fast. Within a couple of seconds, he was at Coco’s flank. One furlong left, and the finish was in sight.

Both jockeys asked for more as each stride brought them closer to the wire. Devon waved the stick at Coco, and the horse responded with a final stretch burst of speed. Harley wasn’t about to let the older horse take over once again, and with encouragement from Talia he sunk into the dirt, driving hard. Legs worked like pistons on both horses, and Carter watched Harley gain a ton of ground. The two horses were just a brown blur and a flurry of legs as they crossed the wire. He wasn’t sure who had come out on top. He was afraid to look over at the reporters, but he snuck in a glance and could see they were all whispering violently to each other. Could be a good thing, could be a bad thing. He thought.

Standing in their stirrups, smiles were plastered on both jockey’s faces as they started to pull their mounts up, letting them cool out in a canter, then in a trot. Sweat lathered both horses’ necks as they were brought up to their trainer. Talia and Devon jumped off instantly, loosening their girths. They both praised their mounts, patting them quickly before handing them off to be cooled out properly.

“Keep it up that way, they’re both gonna be real big threats come race day. Talia, what was up with Harley?” Carter praised. Talia’s smile dropped slightly.

“I dunno, boss. He wasn’t listening, maybe it was his way of telling me ‘not yet man!’ Did you see that burst of speed, though? If he does that in the race, we’re guaranteed a great place.” She beamed. Carter nodded thoughtfully.

“How did Coco feel?” He turned to Devon. The small man smiled.

“He felt awesome. A little reluctant to steady but once I let him go he really felt it. He’s ready I think.” Carter nodded his approval.

“Alright then, I’ll meet you back at the barn. Great runs.” 

[Cruisey]

Aquatic Addiction && James Collura [BC Sprint Workout]
Innerstellar && Devon Blackthorn [BC Juvenile Sprint Workout]
Sophie's Voice && Johnny Garner [BC F&M Sprint Workout]

Forty five minutes later, Devon was back at the track with his juvenile mount, the monstrosity that was Innerstellar. The bay horse was full of piss and vinegar, and Carter wasn’t sure if that colt had one nice bone in his body. Devon was the only person that Tyler had not attacked from what Carter had seen around the farm. They really made a great pair on the track though, and Carter was glad Devon didn’t go running for the hills when he had matched him up with the gift from Intrepid Racing. If Carter could pick the morning line favourites for the Juvenile Sprint, Tyler would be number one on his list. With an official total of 6 HoTY wins to his name, Tyler could possibly be one of the toughest sprinters this season. Each and every race he tries his heart out, and it definitely showed in his results.

Following quite a distance away from Tyler was the spitfire of a mare, Sophie’s Voice, led by Johnny. Soph was kicking up a fuss in the back, her tail swishing furiously in aggravation. Unlike Tyler or Theo, her results on the track certainly did not determine the fight in this filly. Gaining only 5 wins this season, she had a handful of races where she fell short. Every single 2nd place she ran in was HoTY races, which proved to Carter that she could definitely handle the competition.

Last but not least was Aquatic Addiction, who was as cool as a cucumber on his way to the track. James was walking calmly beside him, smiling to himself as the big horse beside him nudged at his hand for food. This stallion has come leaps and bounds since arriving at Firestone, and Carter couldn’t be happier with the progress he has been making. In his 63 race career, 23 of those races have been wins with many of them being in his final season. Theo had managed to rack up 7 HoTY wins, including the final leg of the Senior Sprinters series at Green Horse Fields.

When all three horses were at the dirt track, Carter kept Tyler separated from the other two just until he had the jockeys up on their mounts. Devon was the first to get a leg up onto the juvenile, who threatened to buck him off as soon as his butt landed in the saddle. With a warning from the small man, Tyler pinned his ears but obeyed the warning. Giving Johnny a leg up onto Soph, she too pinned her ears but did not act on her threat. He scratched the crest of her neck, steering the chestnut mare out of the way of Theo. James gathered the reins in his hands as Carter boosted him up onto the massive stallion, who stood as still as a rock as his jockey settled quietly on his back. When each horse had a rider on their back, Carter called them over to the rail.

“Four nice furlongs, getting them stretched out and on an even pace. I don’t want a race, just let them blow off some steam.” The jockeys nodded at Carter’s request as he nodded for them to start their warm up. Clockers and onlookers dotted the white rails of the Green Horse track, eager to watch the next batch of Firestone horses. The sprinters didn’t get as much attention as the milers or routers, but they were equally as competitive and daring.

Out of the corner of James’ eye he spotted a sign waving in the distance as Theo trotted along the rail with the other two horses. A little kid was holding up a piece of bristol board that had a picture of Theo and writing that said “Go Aquatic Addiction! You rock.” James smiled to himself. He truly was sitting on a winner. He was snapped back to reality when he heard Devon call his name.

“Aye, you daydreaming out there, James? We’re ready to start.” Devon and Johnny laughed at James’ distraction.

“It’s his first Breeder’s Cup, let him live a little.” Johnny winked to James, who just laughed their accusations off.

“Are you guys gonna keep making fun of me, or are we gonna start working them out?” James teased as Theo rocked into his massive canter stride. Soph and Tyler followed his lead as they were brought across the track and now cantered easily along the inside rail. Soph took up the inside, with Tyler in the middle, and Theo on the outside. Johnny waited until they were halfway around the clubhouse turn, eyeing the 1/2 mile pole which would signal the start of their 4 furlong workout. Before Johnny could ask Soph for a strong gallop, Tyler shot away without any encouragement from Devon. They had started a bit before the marker, but Tyler needed the front running position wherever he was. Soph was the second one to lengthen her stride, following Tyler like a hawk as she settled in right behind him. As usual, Theo was the last one away from the pack, but there was nothing unsettling or unusual about it. The juvenile led the three horse workout by about half a length over the chestnut mare, who looked comfortable in her current position. Tyler’s bay head was extended neatly as he tore up the dirt track, Devon keeping him running at a solid, consistent pace. When the juvenile wanted to speed up, Devon said no and checked him a few times to make sure he would respond when asked. Begrudgingly, Tyler obeyed and kept his footfalls consistent as they rounded the turn in front.

Soph was galloping on confidently, needing no encouragement to change her placing. The chestnut mare was a smart girl, and Johnny trusted her to find her own pace in the workout. Her long legs propelled her forwards at an even pace; she was neither gaining nor losing ground on the two horses in front and behind her, she was simply enjoying her easy workout. James sat easily on top of Theo, whose long legs were beating rhythmically on the ground. Suddenly the pace began to quicken, and each horse was neck and neck with their stablemate. Hooves thundered the earth together, their coats lathered in a thin layer of sweat.

Tyler charged forwards as the horses entered the home stretch. Everything from now on was a straightaway, and each horse was on their own. His hind legs dug fiercely into the dirt as his heart pounded beneath the saddle. He breathed intensely from his effort, and his nostrils flared pink as the veins on his neck began to show. Soph pushed herself further down the track, gaining ground on the juvenile ahead of her. James was holding Theo back, wary of overworking the stallion before the big race. But as the post drew closer, he let him go. Theo’s mane whipped James’ face as he charged after the two horses in front of him. He caught up effortlessly and James couldn’t help but smile.

The three horses battled it out in the final stretch unintentionally; necks bobbing up and down as they glided over the dirt track. When looking at them side by side in a race, the only way you could tell Soph and Theo were giants was because of their leg ratio compared to Tyler’s. Tyler’s shorter legs had to work almost twice as fast to match up with one of the older horses’ stride lengths. Each jockey worked on slowing their mounts down just as they crossed the finish line. They knew Carter wasn’t timing them, but the clockers were when they shouldn’t have been.

Each jockey was panting as they pulled their mounts up. Theo came back to James almost as soon as he had asked, while Tyler was giving Devon a hard time. Soph shook her head in protest, but under the experienced hands of Johnny she gave in and was brought back to a walk.

“Looks like Tyler’s still one to watch out for, eh Devon?” James teased as Tyler almost lunged at one of the horses walking up the rail of the track. Devon shook his head, dismounting when he got to the track opening. Johnny and James did the same, loosening their girths. Carter was deep in thought as to what he had just witnessed, but smiled to the jockeys as they walked up and gave them a thumbs up. The three horses walked around for a while to cool out, and then headed back to the barn to get a well-deserved cooling bath.

[Cruisey]

Speak Easy && Johnny Garner [BC Classic Workout]
Hellfire && Sammie Pickett [BC F&M Juvenile Workout]

Sammie had spent her break watching the sprinters run their workout, but she noticed that she was often looking at Carter more than the horses. He was so concentrated on finding the perfect workout for each horse that he was a bit of a mess. The Breeder’s Cup was a stressful time for everyone, but Sammie couldn’t imagine what Carter was going through. Before he could notice her presence, she had snuck back to the solitude of Firestone’s reserved stalls. She rubbed her hands together and pulled her jacket closer to her body as a strong gust of December wind blew through the stable. She didn’t think that winters in Kentucky got this bad, but that just showed how much of a summer girl she was. 

Hellfire was standing in her stall, crossed tied to the wall with a fleece cooler thrown over her body. She was already tacked up and ready for her run, all they were waiting on was for Johnny to come back from his workout with Theo. Sammie stroked the black filly’s muzzle as Flame danced around impatiently in the cross ties. The Catching Fire daughter had 22 races under her belt and only placed out of the money once, and that happened to be at the beginning of the year in January. Since then, Flame had been dominating the juvenile division with her stylish HoTY appearances, even running in one turf race by accident and placed a respective third. She was a tough girl, and an even tougher one on the track. Sammie enjoyed riding the black filly, and would be riding her half sister come January when Winning Fire was set to hit the tracks. 

In the stall a little farther away, Speak Easy was dozing off in the cross ties with one back foot resting off of the ground. His lower lip was hanging and his eyes opened and closed as he drifted in an out of sleep. A matching cooler was thrown over his tacked up body as well as he calmly waited for his rider. The almost black colt was on fire this season and Carter couldn’t be more impressed with the three year old. He was one of the best horses in their current roster, and the future held bright things for him. Sonny was the first imported Firestone horse to win a leg of the Triple Crown, and from there on he reached grade one within a few months. It was a risky plan to enter him in the Classic against older, more seasoned horses, but Carter knew Sonny had it in him to run his heart out against them. While he only had 4 HoTY wins this season, he already made a name for himself with respective placings in various HoTY races. Johnny would do a fantastic job, win or lose, in piloting Sonny to a successful race.

Sammie could see Johnny’s small figure emerging from the Firestone ‘office’ and she readied herself in Flame’s stall. The sun was now shining brightly overhead the Green Horse track as she strapped on her helmet and slipped on her gloves. She detached the cross ties from Flame’s halter and slipped it over her already-bridled head. Johnny waved to Sammie as he walked past the juvenile’s stall on his way to Sonny’s. The black colt perked his ears when he saw the short man approach his stall, his helmet and gloves already on his body. He rubbed the white stripe on Sonny’s face lovingly as he led him out of the stall. He brought the colt beside Flame, who was prancing in excitement beside Sammie. Sonny didn’t bat an eye at the perky filly, minding his own business as Johnny tightened the girth at the mounting block, swiftly hopping onto the colt’s back. Sammie was having a bit of difficulty tightening the girth, but quickly got it done and tried her best at mounting the slender black filly the best she could. It didn’t look pretty, but she was on as Flame danced beside Sonny, her nostrils flaring. 

Carter was waiting at the track for the two horses as they walked down the laneway, the photographers rushing to the rail as they watched the Kentucky Derby winner make his way to the track. The cameras didn’t phase Sonny at all, but Flame was loving the attention. Her legs flailed in multiple directions as she pranced to the track, her neck arched and ears perked forwards. Sammie shook her head at the filly, who seemed to be a real attention whore. 

“Five furlongs, let them run. Let’s see what they’ve got. Sonny’s going to be running against some real tough competition this week. Flame is too, so let’s see what they have in the tank.” The two jockeys nodded as they stepped onto the dirt track, the colt's black mane streamed out behind him as he automatically picked up a trot, as did his tail. Johnny was taken by surprise at the colt’s sudden motivation to move. The jockey smiled nonetheless, glad that Sonny was enjoying his time on the track. Flame shook her head in anger, bursting forwards to catch up to her older counterpart.

Sonny and Flame kept their steady pace and speed until about the four furlong marker, where they were signalled to let it all go. Johnny gave Sonny the rein and showed the black horse the stick. The colt knew what that meant. An ear flicked back briefly then forwards as he sped up. Behind them, Sammie kissed to the Catching Fire daughter, tapping her slightly on the shoulder as she rocketed off after Sonny, her spindly legs working into overdrive. Sonny was galloping strongly in front, his nostrils flared as he was allowed to run at the speed he wanted to - and that speed was fast. Johnny grabbed onto a small piece of black mane, exhilaration flowing through his blood as he sat atop the Derby winner in pride. Flame wasn’t too far behind the colt as her jockey urged her forwards. Her ears were pinned flat against her head, her body almost parallel with the ground.

Three furlongs more, no time for slowing or stagnation of speed. He'd kept up with the imaginary pack, now was the time to lose it in the dust. Johnny could feel Sonny pulling, and gave him more. He was in his element. Flame was not stopping either as she surged forwards, almost unseating her jockey. Sammie was taken aback by the sudden burst of speed; if anything she thought the juvenile was slowing down. Flame was not about to let Sonny take over her. Another furlong whipped by and the finish post was in sight for both jockeys. Flame was only half a length behind the speedy colt, who looked like he was going out for a nice gallop instead of being let go to do whatever he wanted. Carter stared at the two black horses, then back at his watch, then back to the two horses. Wide eyed, he couldn’t believe the times he was seeing. All he could hear were the clicks of the cameras as photographers and onlookers went snap happy over the two Firestone Horses.

Sonny and Flame crossed the wire in a blazing time as the two jockeys started to pull up their mounts. With a valiant effort, Flame dropped back behind Sonny a length and a half to give the colt his victory. The two black horses were dripping with sweat, their nostrils flared, as they looped back around to Carter, who was scrawling down the results, shaking his head. 

"Let's hope they does that again for the race." Carter said simply. "Because that was fast. 59.05 for Sonny, 1:00.77 for Flame. Christ you guys.” The trainer shook his head. Sammie was beaming as she patted Flame’s sweaty neck. Johnny wasn’t a very emotional person, but his grin spread right across his face. Oh, they were both ready for the Breeders Cup and they’d definitely take it with fire.

[Cruisey]

Like A Lady && Sammie Pickett [BC Juvenile Turf]
Scintilla && James Collura [BC Juvenile F&M Turf]
Silver Serendipity && Devon Blackthorn [BC F&M Turf Sprint]

Firestone’s day was wrapping up fairly quickly but the sun was still high in the sky and there was still plenty of daylight left. Carter stood at the rail of the turf track, his hand shielding the rays of sunshine that wanted to beat down on his face. He was counting down the hours until the end of his day, but it never really was the end. As he counted the hours till the end of the day, the hours till the Breeder’s Cup loomed dangerously close and it made him anxious. Seven of his horses seemed ready, and it was all up to the last three to solidify his predictions. 

The first horse of his that he knew was coming was determined by a shrill whinny that pierced the air. Before he saw the horse, he knew it was the sprinting sensation, Silver Serendipity. Her long gray tail streamed out behind her as she yelled out once again, catching the attention of the reporters in the grandstand. Devon sat atop the small mare and looked proud doing so. Demi was as ready as ever to dominate the turf track at Green Horse, seeing as she had been running over the same track since September. The small grey mare had been defeated several times over the Senior Turf Sprinter series, always falling second to Demonic Desires or Tears Of An Angel; the mare had enough 2nd place finishes to give to Carter’s juveniles. Not this time around; Demi was determined to get another win and Carter did not have any doubts.

Followed closely behind was the quick, clever, and mean spirited filly by the name of Like A Lady. The bay filly had to be one of the top juveniles in the Firestone roster, and she held that spot with a good reason. Only placing out of the money 3 times, Lady has a good record in her name already. She was already halfway to achieving the grade one status, and put in a good run with the boys all season. While she wouldn’t be the only girl in the Juvenile Turf field, Lady could definitely pass as a colt when on the track. Carter wasn’t worried about the field in the turf race.

“Alright guys, I want a nice and easy sprint breeze, 4 furlongs let ‘em out. It’ll be good for them.” Carter motioned for the jockeys, who were now getting a leg up from a groom, to get out on the track. Devon sat atop Demi, who was screaming her head off as if her life depended on it. Her grey body shook with every whinny and the small man patted her neck quietly as he walked her on the track. Sammie was aboard the grumpy Lady, who was pinning her ears and threatening to bite Demi’s rump to shut her up. James was given a leg up on Tilly. The black filly was calm as he adjusted his stirrups, his mind still reeling about his workout with Theo. He hadn't noticed that the others had moved onto the track until Tilly tried to bolt forward with anxiety of being left behind.

He jerked on her reins by accident and spoke quietly. "Easy. We are right behind them." He asked her to pick up a trot to catch up to the other horses. James let her pick up her own gallop since Lady and Demi were starting a gallop on the rail. He guided her over to the rail and kept a nice hold on her mouth. Once Tilly was even with the two other horses, it was time to begin their breeze. Each jockey turned to one another, giving the ‘eye’ as their furlong pole rushed past them. A sudden bout of kissing and clucking erupted and the horses shot off down the turf.

Lady made her path perfectly clear as she sailed to the front, taking the early lead. Demi sat a comfortable 1/2 length behind her, pressing the pace. Tilly was not far behind and picked up her speed without James asking for it. The jockeys let their mounts breeze as they liked. Lady’s long and smooth strides coming easily as she thundered down the turf, with Demi still taking the pocket ride easily. Her strides were shorter than Lady’s but they held that unleashed speed that would propel her to victory in the Breeder’s Cup. Tilly was drawing closer to the leaders when suddenly the two at the front had launched away from the black juvenile. The filly pinned her ears back and dug in to the ground, ready to run down any horse in her path. All James was doing was guiding her along the rail to make sure that she was still listening to him.

All horses had flattened out now that they were on the straight homestretch and chased after one another. Lady’s nostrils flared at the competition that was drawing up on her and she wasn't slowing down one bit. Demi was gaining ground on the juvenile, and ended up passing her within a few stride lengths. Devon’s eyes widened at the sudden burst of speed as she nearly collided with the bay horse. With a snort, the grey mare was jerked to the outside.Tilly was now neck and neck with Lady as the finish post was looming closer. The seasoned Demi sped away from the juveniles with so much speed it was almost unreal. Lady was not happy with what she was witnessing and gave one last burst of speed, but Tilly was able to match with her. 

Devon patted Demi’s neck and stood in the irons as they passed their workout finish. There was not a chance in hell Demi was giving up another BC title. Lady shook her head in anger as Sammie slowed her down, scratching her neck. The anger that Demi put in Lady would definitely show up in the Breeder’s Cup, which should set her up for a wicked trip. Tilly galloped nonchalantly. James wasn’t worried about her workout loss, considering the distance that Carter made them run. Tilly was a marathon runner and would always be. The jockeys let their horses gallop out as they rounded the turn to come back to Carter, who looked a little less stressed out than before.

“Good, great. Great runs you guys. Cool ‘em out and I’ll see you back at the barns.” Another successful Breeder’s Cup training for Firestone Racing.