gadders
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- Location
- Chatham, Kent
My dad, who was always given me bits of random and seemingly useless bits of advice, told me a story about what happened to a long gone great-grandmother who got a severe booting (or should I say hoofing?) as she sneaked up behind a horse.
This information sat unused in the back of my mind throughout much of my childhood until I started cyclyng. So, with images of a bruised and battered great-grandmother in my head, I hit on the idea of clicking the brake levers a few times while still some way back and, like Bottombracket, look out for the ears (the horse's not the rider's) swivelling to let me know I've been heard.
Thanks dad
This information sat unused in the back of my mind throughout much of my childhood until I started cyclyng. So, with images of a bruised and battered great-grandmother in my head, I hit on the idea of clicking the brake levers a few times while still some way back and, like Bottombracket, look out for the ears (the horse's not the rider's) swivelling to let me know I've been heard.
Thanks dad



tbh we have a proper heavy gypsy type cob (as in prev owner bought her as a foal from gypsys who is bombproof except she hates tractors 