|yeahhhhh can't beat it|
1) Jeans and a hoodie are always socially appropriate.
|governor's cup race night|
Noted: If I did this, I would make sure the hoodie was reasonably free from hay. And of course, featured the correct sportsball team. Go sportsball!
This doesn't apply at rated and recognized shows, but it's totally a thing for everything else. If I had to haul my horse 7 hours one way to a clinic and I knock the manure off before I get on, that's pretty good.
3) Driving is a whole different ball game.
|just another day|
And they know that because they drive one on the weekends.
4) It's a little (or a lot) redneck, but that git-r-done attitude can be amazing.
When I go to shows and clinics, I find myself more interested in the ranch horse-giving-pony-rides-who-also-events-at-training than the fancy five or six figure warmblood. I mean. You can buy talent anywhere, but the brain that lets a horse toodle over crossrails with a kid, then gallop clean XC is something to be marveled at.
|this horse does not do everything|
5) Camaraderie between barns and disciplines is common.
|an eventer, a dressager, and a showjumper and it's not even a bad joke|
Sure, we have our bad apples and sour grapes, but everyone knows who they are and that they're usually a fine person who's just having a bad day.
6) You can't beat the scenery.
|or the company|
I'll just be over here in my hoodie taking it all in.