I was feeling pretty smarty pants. I could hook up my trailer to my new old
truck and go just about anywhere. I like the feel of my big ole cummins diesel
truck... rumble, rumble.
Today, I had hubby drop me by the pasture, and I was tending my Buttercup and
Frosty and getting them all spiffy for our Draper Lake ride with Keta and her
hubby Dale. I carefully hooked up my truck to the trailer. I had gotten all
the fancy stuff that I read about in the magazines... an EZ Connector to insure
that my brake and lighting system would be perfect everytime and then this
really cool hitch that snaps your ball right into place with hardly any effort.
Oh yeah... I was all cowgirl upped.
Then, one of our buds in the adjacent pasture was having some
horse trailering issues. I strode up Horse Hill to give her a hand. After all,
I had all kinds of trailering problems initially with Buttercup; but I had
learned how to have her gladly hop onto the trailer and was just sure that my
skills would easily translate to Alex. I was wrong. Alex didn't take kindly to
my help; and I was lucky he didn't squash me like a fly.
The prideful stride up the hill was replaced by a more reserved meander down the
hill. I hopped in my truck and began to pull away; I was on my way back home to
pick up hubby who was glued to the set watching OU football (we won't go into
it... because all the play by play interpretation by hubby of our offensive line
needing something or other nearly bored me out of my skull... so why put you
through it?).
Anyway, within just 10 yards of pulling the trailer up the hill for the turn
around, a loud thunderous crash took place. I immediately put on my brakes and
got out. I don't know what I saw. It didn't look good. The trailer hitch was
sitting on the ground. I called hubby and pronounced a grievous situation that
I was not sure what it was... but it wasn't good. He was on his way, gratefully
relieved of watching the last moments of the game (that's my story and I am
sticking to it).
Then, Keta and Dale arrived merrily driving up Horse Hill to pick up their two
horses in their shining white heroic pickup truck with matching new horse
trailer. I was flailing my arms over my head and screeching about a tragedy.
Dale came right over and determined that I had not gotten the ball in the
hitch (remember it's a new fangled thing that's not easily interpretted). The
humiliation of that kind of thing was almost more than I could take (but I took
it because I was a little dazed from the whole event). I got the horses off the
trailer, Dale cranked everything up and down and got things right again. Then,
he determined that my emergency brake system on the trailer hadn't worked
(although some ACT OF GOD had) because the electric wires to the battery of the
emergency brake system were shot (and the ding dang trailer ain't even a year
old yet!).
Well, hubby got there and managed to provide some more bewildering comments
about my being in my right mind. But, we got everything fixed; and we went on
to Draper. Once out of eye and ear shot of Keta and Dale, I proceeded to wail
desperately about the humiliation and near death experience (okay, maybe not a
near death experience but let's accept that drama goes with the queen in my
name). There was only one cure... we went to the Krispy Kreme Donuts on I-240;
and I got some fresh donuts and diet coke. I immediately felt better. What
crisis in life can't be rendered much better with that kind of cure?
Anyway, back to the story. Hubby doesn't really like horse back riding like I
do. He is a golf fanatic; I hate golf. I haven't even tried to like it for
him. And, it turns out that though he has tried to like the horsey thing and is
way supportive; he doesn't really like riding horses (the jiggling is disturbing
to him). And, he's only ridden Frosty the hubby horse twice and both times he
was lucky not to fall off when first a bunny rabbit ran by spooking ole Frosty
and then today when Bendito freaked out over a concrete wall or something and
got everyone all spooked up. And, we rode a different part of Draper than usual
and were mostly on the road with very little up and down action.
So, we got back to the Marina, untacked the horses, and prepared for our
homeward journey (I won't even go into the crises on the trail like Frosty's bit
being upside down or my reins falling apart when we finished the ride). We
finally got home and then went to Walmart to get all kinds of gadgets, so hubby
could fix what was ailing the trailer after my episode of stupid. We are now
home... safe and sound except our 16 year old isn't home yet; and we are going
to kick his.... Um, that's another story, another day.
Anway, there's a moral to this story: Don't get cocky or you are sure to have
some crisis knock you back down to size.

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