Not too long ago a man came by the stables of a well established jockey. This jockey had raced a few selective events and always with a select few horses that he trained with and stuck with throughout the lifetime of each horse.
Every time he trained with a new horse he learned the ins and outs of the horses personality, how it handled, how far it could be pushed, how hard it could be ridden in the corners. They would train night and day, becoming a team, a unit, bonding into one. He would come to love each horse, take care of the horse, feed the horse, groom the horse, love the horse. They would win or lose the race as a team, a single unit.
Being this way made this jockey very popular and all the owners of race horses brought their finest to him to inspect in hopes of taking the horse on to become the next great champion under his wing, guidance and tutelage.
So one day a man came by the stables and presented this great jockey with a horse, hoping he would take her on to race in the Kentucky Derby. He was very proud of his horse.
Man: “I’d like for you to take on my beautiful horse for a run at the Kentucky Derby!”
Jockey: “Sure, lemme step out and have a look at her. What’s her name?”
Man: “Miss Dirty“
The jockey eyed the horse carefully.
Jockey: “Hmmmm, this horse looks quite aged and rough around the edges. How old is this horse?”
Man: “Oh she’s 36.. a great age! Haven’t you heard? 36 is the new 20! She can run just as hard as any of those younger fillies! Plus she knows how to be ridden!”
Jockey: “Perhaps, but she may have picked up many bad habits along the way, and won’t follow being driven the way i require it for a champion run. And pardon me, but age certainly is a factor because they can be ridden much harder in their youth.”
Man: “Now i think you’re just being silly. This horse is fabulous! Sure her coat is a little matted and hair stringy, but it’s about racing, not looking! And none of her former riders complained about her abilities!”
Jockey: “Can i speak with any of her previous riders?”
Man: “Umm no. They didn’t bother sticking around. They just rode her once or twice as hard as they could and then left.”
Jockey: “Interesting. I’m shocked you didn’t bring her to me earlier when you had a chance, i could have taught her some valuable lessons early on in her development.”
Man: “Ahhh, but she was a wild horse back then, she wanted to run wild and free out in the green pastures. And no offense, but she was looking for someone taller than you to break her spirit. So she kept letting all the tall, dark, handsome riders run her in her youth. But now, now she’s done with that and i’m sure she can win the Derby with you because you are so accomplished, know what you want and you have a proven track record with the winning the Kentucky Derby!”
Jockey: “No offense taken, tho i must politely decline your offer of your darling horse. She is much too old, most likely trained improperly and will display tendencies to rebel and refuse proper instruction, most likely will not bond with me, not have the will or stamina of a younger filly to take instruction, be guided, listen to authority and have the wherewithal to see the race through to the finish line. This horse will likely QUIT on me just after the gate because making it to the finish line is just too hard for this one. This is something i cannot risk considering the amount of time i have put into building up a successful company and creating a winning track record.”
Man: “You are an outrage sir! Why must you always be looking at younger horses? My horse here is a prize! And what of this nonsense of bonding? If you want to bond, use some glue!”
Jockey: “I was indeed thinking of glue, but not as you might be thinking.”
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