Don’t let them eat! Ok, instructions couldn’t have been clearer than that. It was absolutely crystal clear that we shouldn’t let them eat. But the instructions couldn’t have been more unconstructive either, almost at the same level as Kitesie nao agua. Some follow up was needed there. How were we supposed to stop them from eating? We were pulling, kicking, pulling some more, shouting, kicking some more and pulling again as hard as we could. If they’d decided to eat, it seemed like that’s what they’re going to do. Even if we shouldn’t let them eat.
Also, seemed to be something wrong with the control functions the first couple of days. On Monday, the brake was completely malfunctioning on Autentica. And sort of the accelerator as well, since it took off all by itself. Which wouldn’t have been too bad if the brake had been fine. With Jamotivo on Tuesday, the handbrake was pretty much constantly on, and the accelerator a bit out of tune. On Thursday, Autentica had fixed itself somehow and everything was working fine - The brake, the accelerator and even the steering. Couldn’t ask for more. Or could it be that I’ve managed to stop my legs, bum and body going all over the place? Probably more likely than something wrong with the equipment. Especially since we’re talking four legged vehicles here, with a lot of horsepower. Horses.
Also, seemed to be something wrong with the control functions the first couple of days. On Monday, the brake was completely malfunctioning on Autentica. And sort of the accelerator as well, since it took off all by itself. Which wouldn’t have been too bad if the brake had been fine. With Jamotivo on Tuesday, the handbrake was pretty much constantly on, and the accelerator a bit out of tune. On Thursday, Autentica had fixed itself somehow and everything was working fine - The brake, the accelerator and even the steering. Couldn’t ask for more. Or could it be that I’ve managed to stop my legs, bum and body going all over the place? Probably more likely than something wrong with the equipment. Especially since we’re talking four legged vehicles here, with a lot of horsepower. Horses.
That’s right. Never ever though I would sign myself up for a horseback-riding course for a week. Must have gotten a strange moment last time I was offshore, where I suddenly pulled my visa card out and booked a week on a ranch in Andalusia, Spain.
So there I was, getting gear such as chaps, riding pants and helmet on twice a day. Well, the helmet wasn’t too bad since it’s my skiing helmet. Needed something familiar. Boots were ok as well, familiar too. And with steel capped toes. Yeah…perfect for being around horses.Some work gear works well off the rig as well.
Can’t claim I turned into a cool and confident cowgirl able to swing her lasso with her right hand while galloping along on the shining stallion. But I improved. Luckily since the starting level was very low. From zero to a little bit at least in six days. Not too bad. And the galloping wasn’t too bad either. Once that control system started working. Crete next year anyone?
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