I am a country boy who loves horses, boots, and saddles. My second ride on a horse as a teenager didn’t end well. Riding a friend’s horse taught me to be careful about which mare you turn your back on. My friend and I were frog gigging on horse back. We approached a creek and neither horse was interested in getting their knees wet. Much encouragement to get across the narrow and shallow creek failed. I slid off the horses back and before I could carry on a seemingly intelligent conversation with aforementioned nag, she reached around and bit me in the middle of my back. Can’t say where I wanted to put my long poled frog gig. The horse did cross the creek leaving me looking like I don’t know what. Still loving all things horsey. I bought my first Bronco years later. A 1991 Bronco, Eddie Bauer edition. It had everything a country boy could want. Rode better than any horse since. Just recently bought a good used ’93 Bronco. I am bent on rescuing it and restoring it to much of its former self. There are no set of wheels or horse like a Bronco. They own the road and every country trail. Giddyup.