Post by Cavallo on Sept 4, 2012 21:46:25 GMT -5
Kyle smiled as he rode the energizer bunny called Solo around the track in their warmup. The four year old had taken a while to mature, but Kyle was amazed at the change in the bay.
He smiled as he thought about their first introduction, Solo had been all nerves and he had been all grumpiness, but look at them now....The bay colt was still as energetic as ever, but he wasn't a green or easily washed out. He was learning and Nick had felt it worth a try to send the bay into the fray this weekend.
So far this year, Solo had surprised all of them with his blossoming talent. He was one win away from making the next grade and Kyle was hopeful for the colt. This was a horse that responded to relationship on the track and Kyle had been rigorous in bonding with the colt.
The efforts were paying off. Kyle eased slight tension on the reins and pushed slightly forward and Solo was immediately replying to Kyle's feather touches. Nick watched from the rail, his cousin and the four year old. Pedigree wise the colt was a wild card and Nick rather liked it that way. He watched as the two gained momentum and began to barrel down the track. Come race day, Nick knew Kyle and Solo would be riding behind the leaders and it would be crucial to make sure they didn't get boxed in or left behind.
He saw the chemistry flying and Nick felt oddly at peace. This stallion was causing an upheaval and he rather liked it...he hoped this trend would only continue.
Kyle smiled as they began to fly down the track. The colt was pure conserved energy, but still he flew like a horse lit on fire. He tapped the colt once and off they shot again into another gear, his lead change flying as they zoomed past their four furlong marker. Kyle attempted to rein the ball of flesh in and struggled slightly. Solo's crown raised as he finally slid to a halt in compliance, his mouth playing impatiently with the bit. All smiles, Kyle slapped the bay's neck and pointed him over to Nick.
The colt attempted to break into a gallop again, but Kyle managed to keep him at the trot. Stop being cheeky Solo.. he reprimanded, but his voice held that touch of affection. He couldn't really be mad at the colt for having found his racing spirit.
They finally drew near to Nick, his face was a composed smile. Think we have a chance Nick? Nick just smiled and extended a flat palm to the colt. Solo sniffed it eagerly hoping for a treat, finding none, he huffed his disappointment in Nick's face, sending a spray of horse spit. AHHH Solo! Nick wiped his face with his sleeve and looked at Kyle with a look of disgust. Well I was about to say something positive about his chances, but now I'm not so sure... His tone dripped with sarcasm, but held slight amusement. Just be sure come race day that you place him well behind the leaders. He's mature and fast enough to handle this field. He'll follow you. When those last two furlongs come...make the fastest dash for the finish these horses have ever see. Run them off their feet. He smiled and turned, continuing to wipe his face.
Kyle pointed the colt back to the stables, a smile on his face and flaming pistol under the saddle. They'd give them all a show. Come race day.
