Circa 1986, private lesson number 2 or 3, I’m guessing, since I obviously didn’t have tall boots yet, but did have my own helmet. The pony’s name? Pinocchio. He had nasty spin move. He solidified my wariness of ponies, which is why I never had one.
I almost want to rock an outfit like this right now. I would definitely wear those jeans again, if I could find a pair in my current size.
QOTD: What the hell is going on with that stirrup leather?