Post by flatcreek on Jul 2, 2012 10:48:40 GMT -5
DARK FLIGHT & ALEX SMITH FOR JANUARY MAIDEN TURF
Alex walked over to the barn where a two year old colt was being saddled. “Is this the two year old colt you were saying you had entered, John?” John was busy saddling the colt. “Yes. This is Dark Flight. He is a 9-12 furlong Mid Packer. He is entered in the January Maiden Turf.” Alex looked at the colt. He was a good sized dark bay without any markings. He was built well and looked well behaved. “He looks well behaved.” Alex commented to John. “Yes, he is. On the track he is competive, though. He has gate eight, so try to keep him to the outside in his race until you make your move. He should be fine if he is bumped, but it is his first race and we will try to play things safe, unless you can’t prevent anything.”
Alex walked over to the entries list. In Gate One was Livin’ The Jazz a 8-11 furlong closer. Gate Two was Arachne, a three year old 6-10 furlong frontrunner. Gate Three was Wannado Voodo, a 8-11 furlong mid packer. Gate Four was Wind Reader, a 7-10 furlong frontrunner. Gate Five held Royal Cadenza, a 7-10 furlong mid packer. Gate Six was Classic Nutcase, a 9-12 furlong mid packer. She would be one to watch, being out of the Hall Of Famer The True Nut. Gate Seven was Ode To Glory, a 9-12 furlong mid packer.
“John, there are two frontrunners, a closer, and all the rest are mid packers. Should I keep him towards the front of the mid packers?” John stopped saddling Flight. “I didn’t realize that. Yeah. The outside and front of the mid packers.”
John led Flight out to the track. The colt pricked his ears up and you could tell he was excited to run. John gave Alex a leg up onto the colt. "Take him ten furlongs from the gate, easy. The last three furlongs let him go his own pace.” Alex gathered up his reins and stroked the colt. “Okay.”
Alex warmed the colt up, and then jogged over to the gate. Flight walked easily into the gate, acting like he had been doing this for years. The gates soon opened. Flight was a step slow, but Alex wasn’t worried, since Flight was a mid packer. Alex soon had the colt running easily, at a good solid pace. He could tell Flight could go faster, much faster.
Soon, Alex and Flight were three furlongs from the finish. John had told Alex to let Flight choose the pace, so Alex let the reins out several notches and clucked to Flight. The colt responded quickly, extending his stride. Alex was amazed at Flight’s stride length. Flight was a two year old, not yet fully grown. Alex wondered how long Flight’s stride would be when he was a three, four, five year old.
With two furlongs left, Flight was really starting to roll. Alex was surprised, since he hadn’t expected this calm youngster to be so quick. Alex guessed that they had done that last furlong in about 12 seconds. It looked like this furlong would be about the same speed. Even more surprising than the colt’s speed was that Flight wasn’t going all out. That was a great sign for Flight’s races to come.
After finishing the two remaining furlongs in about 12 seconds each, Alex pulled up Flight. John walked over. “How was he?” Alex grinned. “He felt great. He would have gone much faster, much longer if I had urged him any.” John grinned. “I thought so. He’s a neat colt, for sure.”
Alex walked over to the barn where a two year old colt was being saddled. “Is this the two year old colt you were saying you had entered, John?” John was busy saddling the colt. “Yes. This is Dark Flight. He is a 9-12 furlong Mid Packer. He is entered in the January Maiden Turf.” Alex looked at the colt. He was a good sized dark bay without any markings. He was built well and looked well behaved. “He looks well behaved.” Alex commented to John. “Yes, he is. On the track he is competive, though. He has gate eight, so try to keep him to the outside in his race until you make your move. He should be fine if he is bumped, but it is his first race and we will try to play things safe, unless you can’t prevent anything.”
Alex walked over to the entries list. In Gate One was Livin’ The Jazz a 8-11 furlong closer. Gate Two was Arachne, a three year old 6-10 furlong frontrunner. Gate Three was Wannado Voodo, a 8-11 furlong mid packer. Gate Four was Wind Reader, a 7-10 furlong frontrunner. Gate Five held Royal Cadenza, a 7-10 furlong mid packer. Gate Six was Classic Nutcase, a 9-12 furlong mid packer. She would be one to watch, being out of the Hall Of Famer The True Nut. Gate Seven was Ode To Glory, a 9-12 furlong mid packer.
“John, there are two frontrunners, a closer, and all the rest are mid packers. Should I keep him towards the front of the mid packers?” John stopped saddling Flight. “I didn’t realize that. Yeah. The outside and front of the mid packers.”
John led Flight out to the track. The colt pricked his ears up and you could tell he was excited to run. John gave Alex a leg up onto the colt. "Take him ten furlongs from the gate, easy. The last three furlongs let him go his own pace.” Alex gathered up his reins and stroked the colt. “Okay.”
Alex warmed the colt up, and then jogged over to the gate. Flight walked easily into the gate, acting like he had been doing this for years. The gates soon opened. Flight was a step slow, but Alex wasn’t worried, since Flight was a mid packer. Alex soon had the colt running easily, at a good solid pace. He could tell Flight could go faster, much faster.
Soon, Alex and Flight were three furlongs from the finish. John had told Alex to let Flight choose the pace, so Alex let the reins out several notches and clucked to Flight. The colt responded quickly, extending his stride. Alex was amazed at Flight’s stride length. Flight was a two year old, not yet fully grown. Alex wondered how long Flight’s stride would be when he was a three, four, five year old.
With two furlongs left, Flight was really starting to roll. Alex was surprised, since he hadn’t expected this calm youngster to be so quick. Alex guessed that they had done that last furlong in about 12 seconds. It looked like this furlong would be about the same speed. Even more surprising than the colt’s speed was that Flight wasn’t going all out. That was a great sign for Flight’s races to come.
After finishing the two remaining furlongs in about 12 seconds each, Alex pulled up Flight. John walked over. “How was he?” Alex grinned. “He felt great. He would have gone much faster, much longer if I had urged him any.” John grinned. “I thought so. He’s a neat colt, for sure.”
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>>Distance: 10 F
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