I'm just going to give you my man card.
*giggles* well toby has always told me that one thing that attracted him to me was my 'manitude' *grins*
I mean, I come out with stuff like "If we ever have a full sized house to live in, the bikes have to be kept in the living room"
Seriously, it is just that for most of my life, I have spent 8 to 14 hours in a saddle, during the summer. Granted it was a horse under me, but it was still a saddle. I have packed horses from Mendocino Ca, to southern Oregon and back. I rode my horse from mendocino to wildwood, traded it in for a wild mustang from the BLM, trained said mustang to lead and accept the saddle and my gear and then walked that horse 300 miles north, then the 600 miles home... I finished her training the following spring and started riding her and I used to ride from Albion ca to fort bragg ca along back trails and logging roads and sometimes on the highway at the trot. That horse would run like **** and also jog for hours, but you could never get her to walk. She barely had any whoa... Toby reminds me a lot of that horse LOL
I lived out of a tent and spent every waking moment in the saddle for most of 15 years even after I had kids... **** if I could have gotten away with it, I would have had a little herd of horses, and a yurt wagon and lived on the open plains LOL
all that horse back riding has taken it's toll tho, so it's iron horses for me now...
Being in a saddle is my happy place... well one of my happy places. Toby knows where the other one is
