Post by Taylor on May 3, 2014 12:31:27 GMT
Spitter Be Flashin
Taylor was honored to have some great lineage in her barn. She was thrilled to get to run some of the greatest lines on the track. It was a cool morning. Temps in the 40s. The sun was high and shining. Dew misted the turf track as she trotted onto it with Spitter. The dark gray filly had an impressive record, never worse than third in four starts. Taylor knew she was something special. Just like the others.
Spitter had truly been bonding to her new rider. She started to really like it at Sugarhill. She was adjusting nicely to the new surroundings. Taylor trotted her around for a bit. She wanted the filly to have a good warm up. She recently raced March Week 3, so she hadn't spent too much time off the track. She was still high and mighty. She was a talented filly. She had great bloodlines. Some great racehorses have come from both her sire and her dam. She would make it into the high ranks, one day.
Taylor rode her out along the outside rail, letting her get her feel for the track. The filly dropped her head with a snort. She relaxed quite a bit. There was no starting gate out for this one. Taylor would be getting the filly going on her own. She was confident enough to do it. She was comfortable with Spitter and Spitter was comfortable with her.
To the inside rail, they went. Spitter lifted her head, excitement building up inside her. Taylor gathered her up under her. She kept her at bay as they went along at a brisk canter. Spitter had beautiful gait changes. She was a pristine mover. She was in every aspect a true image of a perfect racehorse. She sniffed at the cool air. Taylor clucked to her and gave her some rein. With that, the filly urged ahead. Ahead she flew.
This seven furlong workout would seem like nothing as they pounced down the back straight away. Spitter bunched up a little, going around the turn. Once they reached the opening of the stretch, she opened up and gained. She pulled ahead at a great rate of speed. Taylor let her go. The filly ran like a freight train. She passed the wire diligently with plenty left in the tank. She was an impressive racehorse. She would be one who wouldn't disappoint.
Taylor was honored to have some great lineage in her barn. She was thrilled to get to run some of the greatest lines on the track. It was a cool morning. Temps in the 40s. The sun was high and shining. Dew misted the turf track as she trotted onto it with Spitter. The dark gray filly had an impressive record, never worse than third in four starts. Taylor knew she was something special. Just like the others.
Spitter had truly been bonding to her new rider. She started to really like it at Sugarhill. She was adjusting nicely to the new surroundings. Taylor trotted her around for a bit. She wanted the filly to have a good warm up. She recently raced March Week 3, so she hadn't spent too much time off the track. She was still high and mighty. She was a talented filly. She had great bloodlines. Some great racehorses have come from both her sire and her dam. She would make it into the high ranks, one day.
Taylor rode her out along the outside rail, letting her get her feel for the track. The filly dropped her head with a snort. She relaxed quite a bit. There was no starting gate out for this one. Taylor would be getting the filly going on her own. She was confident enough to do it. She was comfortable with Spitter and Spitter was comfortable with her.
To the inside rail, they went. Spitter lifted her head, excitement building up inside her. Taylor gathered her up under her. She kept her at bay as they went along at a brisk canter. Spitter had beautiful gait changes. She was a pristine mover. She was in every aspect a true image of a perfect racehorse. She sniffed at the cool air. Taylor clucked to her and gave her some rein. With that, the filly urged ahead. Ahead she flew.
This seven furlong workout would seem like nothing as they pounced down the back straight away. Spitter bunched up a little, going around the turn. Once they reached the opening of the stretch, she opened up and gained. She pulled ahead at a great rate of speed. Taylor let her go. The filly ran like a freight train. She passed the wire diligently with plenty left in the tank. She was an impressive racehorse. She would be one who wouldn't disappoint.