Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 2:00:12 GMT -5
Glory Bell was a colt that everyone at In Stride Racing loved. Being a tough, colt and incredibly elegant colt, Beth had got her eyes set on the Breeders' Cup Classic next year, aswell as the Triple Crown, which no one can forget about. Three races, five weeks - it's tough - and the strain on the horses can be so much that they end up pulling up injured, trying too hard, or even collapsing on the track. It's harsh on the horses themselves but if they are strong, willing and eager to do so, they will have there eyes on the prize and carry there jockey over the line with the stamina and skill required to take it on.
Standing side by side, Beth patted her grey colt. He was big, standing at 16 hands, but he would grow to roughly 16.2, maybe even 16.3 as he was slightly bum heigh at the moment. He would grow into himself though, and he was already maturing like fine wine. The colt's saddle was placed on his back with the girth fastened, then Beth slipped the bridle on. Leo snorted and bobbed his head before chomping on his hanging cheek waterford snaffle. The waterford bit was a very kind bit. It wasn't harsh and it had several links, meaning it was flexible and easy on the horses mouths.
After sorting herself out, Beth walked the colt out onto the yard. Jacey jogged over and legged her up onto the colt. She took hold of her reins and walked him out onto the dirt track. His neck race would be a ten furlong allowance race at The Wire - he was entered in the Hickory Hill Derby, and so far he only had two competitors. Starting in Gate One was Mourning Passion, the grade five colt who had a win, two places and a show to his name. His sire was Tempered Passion, and he was out of the amazing mare, Requiem.
The colt was a nice colt who was expected to do well in his future career. The colt would be the pace setter for this race - as he could race as either a front runner or a preceder. Starting in Gate Two, there was Ivory Storms, the grey colt who was named after his home at Ivory Storm Stables. He was an original, and a beautiful colt too. The colt was a good colt, he had taken a win, two places, two shows and a fourth, his most recent race in the Winter Cup Grade Five Dirt, where he finished third. He was a preceder, so the race would be very fast paced.
Beth warmed Leo up and turned him in a few circles to make sure he was warmed up well. After this, Jacey sent them on a mile trip of the dirt track - they approached the pole at a trot, and at the mile pole, they broke into a canter. Beth stood in her stirrups and rocked with the colt. She loved Leo - he was her favourite colt and she was going to make sure she gave him all the work he deserved. The colt was a win away from breaking the grade four boundary and she wanted to make sure he did it with style. He came into the season a little later than the other two year olds and had been given time to mature.
As they rounded the far turn, Beth didn't want to push him, it was just a breeze but the colt insisted on tugging on the flexible bit and decided that he was going to try and do what he wanted, but Beth being a good jockey didn't let him. Her stern english accent rang out the words "You dare you silly moo." Beth giggled as she came into the home stretch, holding him back. Jacey watched as he breezed elegantly - he barely touched the floor because of how light on his feet he was, at least this meant he covered ground better. As they crossed the wire, Beth pulled him up and cooled him off before dismounting and praising him. He was ready.
