indian empire
Apr 17, 2014 11:22:56 GMT 10
Post by Snowflake on Apr 17, 2014 11:22:56 GMT 10
INDIAN NIGHT WORKS FOR EMPIRE CLASSIC*
Indian Night had made a great start to the season so far, with a record of 5-1-1-2 already behind him. He was a show off, and for good reason. The colt was a looker, and he had talent too. He was consistent, and he was a fighter. Indy had only win on the real track, but at home he'd clocked up many. Today he would work alone. Sarah didn't want him to work too hard when his next start was not tomorrow, but the next day. The Empire Classic was a nine furlong turf race for two year old colts, and Indy needed to win it.
Beginning with a trot to warm up, Indian Night also exercised his tail, holding it high in the air and swishing it now and then. It was black at the top, faded to grey and then to white by the end. It was long and thick, and the colt clearly felt it was one of his greatest features. Sarah smiled to herself. In workouts, Indy wasn't difficult to ride. He just liked to prance for whoever was watching, in case of female attention.
Moving on into canter, Indy's tail dropped so that he held it straight out behind him. Sarah began to go over the competition for the Empire Classic in her mind. Vagabond was the first entrant. From Witch Creek Stables, he was guaranteed to be a decent horse despite his relatively unknown bloodlines. His record already showed it - the colt hadn't placed out of the top two in his five starts.
Next was a Stride Of Perfection Stables horse, Devil's Flair. Sarah didn't know a lot about his heritage, but she knew enough to know the colt would be a threat. His record thus far was impressive, reading 6-3-1-1. Indian Night had beaten him before, in the Tropical Park Derby. A Valkyrie Stables horse would break from the third gate. Named Refute, he also had three wins already, which solidified him as a top contender. Indy would break from gate four, leaving one last contender in gate five. He was Dancing Fool, from Nature Blues Stables. The colt had very nice bloodlines, and a decent record to match. He hadn't raced in two months though, which caused Sarah to wonder the reason of his absence.
Indian Night's race strategy was pretty simply. Sarah didn't know the competition well enough yet to know where their usual race time positions would be. Indy was a front runner, and so he would lead wire to wire. Hopefully. Sarah lowered herself to the colt, and asked him to gallop. The response was instantaneous. Indy threw his body into the four beat pace, taking as much head room as he was allowed. His pace was immediately strong, but not too fast. He had learned to control himself and didn't just run flat out the moment he was asked to gallop. He did however object to sharing the lead, and just ran faster if anyone tried to take it from him - never mind what his rider wanted.
Indy charged out of the turn into the straight, and automatically picked up speed. He didn't take it right to the top, and Sarah didn't ask for it. He had a need for speed, but he didn't push himself particularly hard when there was no one to beat. The colt galloped by the finish with barely a sweat, and dropped back through his paces like a gentleman. Then came back the showoff. Indy was ready to take on his empire.
Indian Night had made a great start to the season so far, with a record of 5-1-1-2 already behind him. He was a show off, and for good reason. The colt was a looker, and he had talent too. He was consistent, and he was a fighter. Indy had only win on the real track, but at home he'd clocked up many. Today he would work alone. Sarah didn't want him to work too hard when his next start was not tomorrow, but the next day. The Empire Classic was a nine furlong turf race for two year old colts, and Indy needed to win it.
Beginning with a trot to warm up, Indian Night also exercised his tail, holding it high in the air and swishing it now and then. It was black at the top, faded to grey and then to white by the end. It was long and thick, and the colt clearly felt it was one of his greatest features. Sarah smiled to herself. In workouts, Indy wasn't difficult to ride. He just liked to prance for whoever was watching, in case of female attention.
Moving on into canter, Indy's tail dropped so that he held it straight out behind him. Sarah began to go over the competition for the Empire Classic in her mind. Vagabond was the first entrant. From Witch Creek Stables, he was guaranteed to be a decent horse despite his relatively unknown bloodlines. His record already showed it - the colt hadn't placed out of the top two in his five starts.
Next was a Stride Of Perfection Stables horse, Devil's Flair. Sarah didn't know a lot about his heritage, but she knew enough to know the colt would be a threat. His record thus far was impressive, reading 6-3-1-1. Indian Night had beaten him before, in the Tropical Park Derby. A Valkyrie Stables horse would break from the third gate. Named Refute, he also had three wins already, which solidified him as a top contender. Indy would break from gate four, leaving one last contender in gate five. He was Dancing Fool, from Nature Blues Stables. The colt had very nice bloodlines, and a decent record to match. He hadn't raced in two months though, which caused Sarah to wonder the reason of his absence.
Indian Night's race strategy was pretty simply. Sarah didn't know the competition well enough yet to know where their usual race time positions would be. Indy was a front runner, and so he would lead wire to wire. Hopefully. Sarah lowered herself to the colt, and asked him to gallop. The response was instantaneous. Indy threw his body into the four beat pace, taking as much head room as he was allowed. His pace was immediately strong, but not too fast. He had learned to control himself and didn't just run flat out the moment he was asked to gallop. He did however object to sharing the lead, and just ran faster if anyone tried to take it from him - never mind what his rider wanted.
Indy charged out of the turn into the straight, and automatically picked up speed. He didn't take it right to the top, and Sarah didn't ask for it. He had a need for speed, but he didn't push himself particularly hard when there was no one to beat. The colt galloped by the finish with barely a sweat, and dropped back through his paces like a gentleman. Then came back the showoff. Indy was ready to take on his empire.