I was about to ask if you could include a video to go along with the image attachment, but then realized I’d missed the link in the text. Nice! The only time I rode a horse was for a summer in Montana when I was 12 years old and had the chance to go to a camp for a month out there. If we’d had a place to keep it (and the money to keep it up), I’d have taken “my” horse back home in a heartbeat. Loved that month, but never had another chance the rest of my life. I’ve come to appreciate the close relationship that can be formed between a human and an animal in the years since, and can only imagine what it must be like in this kind of sport. Must be special.