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Post by Axel Van Deriz on Apr 10, 2013 16:55:07 GMT -8
Well I was headin' south to Kentucky, my racing gear in a bag on my back when a stranger rode up beside me on a stallion Lipizzaner he was dressed 'bout 1980's, half dead but full of life - said 'it's a long walk to the tracks, would you like a ride, ol' girl.' Well I climbed up in the saddle and I saw the scars on his back and neck, like he was in a fight and I knew there was something strange about this ride.
Said 'Ol' girl can you make fans stand and scream your name, can you jump 'em with the best and ace every test and come out in the victory lane,' said 'Girl can you make folks feel what you hide but feel inside? 'Cause if your race star bound, let me warn you, it's a long hard ride.'
Well we rode on to the tracks, and he turned the horse around. Said "This is where you get off, girl, 'cause I'm headin' back north." I jumped from the horse with my gear and said "Many thanks, sir." he said "You don't have to call me sir, champ the whole world calls me Axe."
Never saw 'Axe' again, but something about the way he said 'champ' must've been like god's blessing, because 10 out of 10 races, I had won every one of them. Every now and then, I think about the stranger, and wonder where he is now. Just be careful, when you accept a ride from a stranger. You might end up lucky like me, or otherwise, you may not.
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