The stupid crazy horse managed to slam my knee into a tree while we were galloping on the trails. Right. 

Because I really needed more leg injury.

Out of 2.5-hour ride the stupid crazy horse galloped for an hour. An hour.

You stupid crazy horse, you’re supposed to be dead after an hour of gallop. Dead, not ripping my hands off because I am not letting you canter in a creek full of slimy rocks. 

Why couldn’t I get a lazy horse? Did it have to be a crazy horse on speed? Why?WHY?

And then I missed my bus. And had to walk for ah hour. And then I missed my second bus, so my usual 40-minutes bus ride turned into an hour and 40 minutes 2-buses ride. 

Also it is very difficult to find good split pea soup. What is this.