08 October 2017

Turlock Tom Petty USDAA October 2017


She was an American girl. Jumpers. Train wreck. She couldn’t stop thinkin’ that there was a little more to life, somewhere else. After all, it was a great big world, with lots of place to run to. Banksy does not do the drive to trial in the nick of time, sit in car while I walk, then get out run thing. Note to self. She needs a long walk. Even if it’s alongside a freeway. A first run of the day for her is a useless exercise in managing a deranged demon around the ring. Cray cray. Right now, it feels so real to you, but it's one of those things you gotta feel to be true.

Free falling, out into nothing. MC Jumpers was so so fresh, until I couldn’t get the blind in and she took the backside instead of the front side of that jump by the tunnel on the way out to the end. She’s a good girl, loves her mama, loves Jesus, and American too. Oh well.

Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out. One point snooker. We don’t back down. We left the ring proudly. Not everyone can do that.

And, if she had to die tryin' to, she had one little promise she was gonna keep. Except for then another jump where I showed her the backside instead of the front side, otherwise a picture perfect contact hitting, hard weave pole entrance getting Grand Prix. Some wideness on the start and it was over before it was over. So much for my plan of fast drive to Turlock, run a few runs and catch a Q. Something that’s so close, but so far out of reach.

Take it easy baby, let it last all night. So what. We drove home. And stopped at the creek on the way. We sang our goodbyes to Tom Petty through the car stereo. No Qs, not a one. But we all survivied. This doesn't have to be the big get even, this doesn't have to be anything at all. RIP Tom Petty.Grand Prix Q's, we'll have another chance sometime else.


2 comments:

Jenn said...

Yeah.

Kerry Schultz said...

Dogs have always helped us in a lot of ways. You've got a really nice and amazing dog there. I'll be getting myself a similar breed soon.