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Originally Posted by weidner
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I shall tell the story again , of Michael Salmon , a vet who had ploughed with horses as a boy . He owned five engines . When on an engine he got an unladylike mouthful from the rider . He raised his cap , and said sweetly " Madam , we are both of us mounted upon anachronisms , but I am in control of mine "
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I had such an unladylike mouthfull from such a woman. She clearly had not understood that I had seen her 100yards away and chose to wait at the bottom of the hill she was descending for her, and her partner to pass. (rather than ascending the hill with much noise). I was so surprised and upset by the course language and abuse I received that unfortunately just after she passed I neglected to prevent my engine blowing off steam (I was partaking in a nip of brandy to steady my nerves).
The horse showed her who was the boss and she had to jump off PDQ before being thrown much to the chargrin of myself and my steersman.