start your engines

[Dante]

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FORD MODEL T

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workout with
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Four years old, and still hyperactive. Nothing to be surprised about, Moses supposed. But what was to be surprised was how the stallion was running. He focused on the run, with explosive power to boot. He was still ADHD, but his attention span was long enough he could focus on sprints, and Moses felt a good season coming to Ford Model T. The "engine" in this colt might have taken a little longer than most to come clear, but it was coming clear and the flaxen chestnut was ready to take on the world. His first race was going to be in the first meet of the year, a seven furlong sprint.

"Okay," Skylark grinned up at Moses, "He's found a groove. Get him in front and do a little blocking. It's varied enough for him to not get bored and loose focus, and keeps him in front. He's imposing, not too big, but imposing and use that to your advantage."

"Will do." Moses nodded, and spun Ford towards the gate. The chestnut pranced and danced an tried to canter away, but Moses knew once they hit the turf his attitude would change and they'd be able to get running. Then it would change, and Ford Model T would take off. Going into the gate, one might think, with all the struggle to get there, would be a nightmare but it wasn't. Ford Model T almost welcomed the gate, like he knew it was the start of more fun things to come, of the future itself. The gate closed behind them, and they were now in limbo. Seven furlongs. Turf.

Start your engines....ready.....set....go! The gates opened and they were off. Ford broke fast, and they were headed for the front. Not quite on the rail, but close to. He could feel Ford snap to attention. The stallion knew it was time to run, time to focus on the run, and the ever-changing conditions, all of it he was beginning to hone in on. He finished his last season with two wins in a row, that was when Moses and Skylark started to notice the changes him him, the power growing and becoming stronger, the mental setting.

Three furlongs whipped on by, with Ford moving and weaving a little on Moses' asking. He was running strong, and his steps were solid. Moses could feel muscles rippling, as he sped down the track.

The jockey kept the chestnut stallion weaving back and forth, just prep for when they would move to black the other frontrunners - and in a sprint, there were sure to be many of them, so if they could wreak a little havoc as they went, all the better. Seven furlongs was there and gone in the blink of an eye, and just in time, too, as the sky had gotten darker, and the heavens looked as though to be on the point of opening. They looped back around to Skylark, and Ford still had spring n his step. The colt seemed to know of opportunities - his dark eyes were bright, his caramel-colored ears pricked forwards, his nostrils flared. By all means, he was a horse ready to run.

"You'll show 'em this year, won't you, Fordy-Ford?" Moses said with a grin. Ford Model T simply snorted.

"Take that for a yes." Skylark said with a grin. "Morso, give the time he ran that in. Now, let's get out of here before it rains."

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WORKOUT STATS

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words| 576
workout surface| Turf
distance| 7 furlongs
horse| Ford Model T
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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