“No! Not like that! Stop!” Petite, talkative and girly in every way, Ms. L holds a pristine spiral bound notebook over her crossed legs while passively overseeing my session. We’ve been talking for some time now, but our conversation has nothing to do with the road before us. In fact, to be completely honest, I…
Ride – {Heaven and Hell Cake}
Exhausted and nauseous, I wobble on weak ankles as D, C and I walk along the stables to D’s car. The paved surface below my feet is a refreshing change from that of the rest of the fairgrounds. The smoothness is, admittedly, a little disorienting; after being thrown and flipped for the better part of…