Off a road and off another road...shopping strips, gas stations and drug stores disappear.
I stare out and see a horizon of blue and green and empty of what depresses me.
Having said that, I try to avoid looking at Andy's hat.
It's tailgating but this isn't parking at the Firecracker 500 where all come to watch a left hand turn.
There is such beauty in seeing a man or woman on a horse. Unlike most of traditions that are forgotten, the elegance of the pairing, I'm positive, will last forever.
I'll be dead forever but today I'm alive and I will suck all this in like a Partagas Lusitania.
It's a small crowd - Is that possible? Off the radar where crowds come only to promenade their Lilly P and get drunk while they selfie.
Pretentious free, it's all amazingly simple. Granted, the ethnic diversity is limited but it's so soulful.
A windswept soul. I once asked a tax attorney, what business could a man deduct everything and keep outta jail. "Horses," he said.
He added it went back to the early 19th century when business had a lot to do with horses.
And the laws just never changed. But people do.
Our horses are bits of plastic and steel but we can still fly a flag.
Still, can you ever look this good in a Toyota? Personally, I don't think so.
I love watching rich old white people.
Mostly because it beats watching poor white people. They like watching a 500 mile left turn.
When I bring a camera, I try to shoot what no one else is shooting. In this case -- the race.
For me, I love the sound I first heard at Keeneland almost 20 years ago. Hoof on turf and I know it sounds like it did 200 years ago -- 500 years ago -- 1,000 years ago. A forever soundtrack.
Sometimes I just want to close my eyes and listen to the horses, the wind, the cheering...It is traveling back in time when there was so much elegance despite poor plumbing and dentistry.
Special thanks to the Main Line Sportsman for the invitation & inspiration of the Pennsylvania Hunt Cup
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