Uh, I think we missed our turn.


Back there. I signaled for a left turn.

No, you didn’t.

Did too. I signaled left and you continued straight.

Oh. I looked left.

But I wanted to turn left!

Why didn’t you say so?

I did!  I weighed my left seat bone, positioned my right leg behind the girth, asked for flexion on the left rein and… Oh. I didn’t have enough outside rein to turn you, huh?

Like I said before, I looked left.

Darn outside rein! It’s all your fault that I can’t steer Rusty. Making me look like a fool.
Rubbernecking? Check.
Steering? Sometimes. Sigh. As long as we stay at a walk/trot.

Outside rein
Outside rein
Outside rein!