The Ride of his Life


It was a chilly, crisp morning at the racetrack. The sun was just beginning to come up over the mountains in the distance as Dad and I led one of our thoroughbreds out of the stables and out towards the training track. We were waiting to start track work with one our best gallopers, Paragon Prince, but unfortunately, once again the jockey had forgotten to show up. The particular jockey had tendency to spend many a night out with the boys getting on the booze and the hangover that ensued the next morning, inevitably led to his unreliability.