Yesterday, Gerolstein got a new inhabitant.
He's one year old, and he's a little horse.
Since I took him over from my friend, Steve Allen, he's been down at Motukarara with the Edmonds family and Michael 'Howie' Howard, getting broken in, gelded and all the other things we and Wendy used to do here in younger and less body-battered days. And yesterday he came home.
Wendy put him into a nice, green paddock with plenty of goodies (he's not quite sure about the hard feed yet!), and with 23 year-old Boofie (Kotare Atom) as a neighbour. They seem to have mated up nicely ... so far so good! Boofie can tell Kurty all about his six wins and his 100-1 victory at Motukarara (was it really 16 years ago?)
So while big cousin Emily, after her beastly treatment by HRNZ, and a fine third at Addington on Sunday, goes out for a nice restful spell at Bank's Peninsula, little Kurty starts his career ... with his first visitors!
PS Anyone who missed the tale of Emily's gross mistreatment by the authorities ... read here:
"For BRIAN and DARRIN
Well, one of you is an old friend
The other one, according to my friend, E**** is ‘a good bloke’. (They’re hard to find these days)
So which one of you is ready for a social media lambasting, and probably will have the need for a lawyer. Playing with people’s lives can be hazardous.
Doubtless you have seen my communications with Andrew Morris (waste of time), HRNZ (only old friend Maria Harris acknowledged) and Mr McAnulty MP. And the subsequent facebook hoohaa which occurred when a private post of mine was shared widely by four other friends and has travelled to the other side of the world.
If you hav’n’t, let me (or half the harness racing world) know …
In 20 years of owning horses, I have never had any personal problems with the Met. Although I must admit to disliking your elitist policies. Well, and a few other things …
Well, now I have. You have made a culpable error, depriving the EMILY family (minus Murray) of sporting joy, not to mention financial loss … and no one has answered my cries and complaints. So, as I said I would, I am going public and if necessary to law to have this damage minimised.
As a high-up in the trotting world says: ‘If only someone could give you an explanation!! Or even admit they stuffed up…'
Anyway, by the time you get this the race will have been run. I hope for Gay Luke’s sake that Sassy (a relative of my dear old Davey Crockett) doesn’t gallop, but be prepared for a crucifixion if she or Miss Yo finishes down the track.
Oh, by the way, I think you owe us a starter’s stake, yes? Should I or my lawyer send you an invoice?
Have a nice night.
EMILY was given a start at the Met's 'leftovers' meeting 48 hours later. She drew one from the outside, over a mobile sprint distance (not ideal) and the weather had had the delightful idea of opening its sluice tanks since Oaks night, so the track was officially 'slushy'. Well, it turned out to be more of a 'race' than some of the posh ones! Thanks to the brave LI'L MISS MUSCLES (who would also have had the right to a place in the Oaks) who set a stinging pace, before the favourites got into the act, and the All Stars' WY FI scooted right away. By the time they got half way down the straight, everyone was going backwards, excepting the winner. And EMILY. She ran past the favourite, past MISS MUSCLES and into third place. Ahead of the other three fillies in the race ... and in a mile rate of 2.01.9!!! Way faster than any trotter I have owned has done in New Zealand. Imagine, if they had had the track conditions of the Friday!
Well, she's leaving them to it and going for a nice rest chez Edmonds. So, we'll say cheerio to the glum precincts of Addington for a while. And I know you will all understand me if I say, 'Bye Bye and A Spit in your Eye'. Roll on, Rangiora ...
Meanwhile, little SHOOOSH (I own one hoof) had her first run down south for a close 5th (less than 2 lengths from the winner!) ... I am sponsoring the trot at the Rangiora meeting ... I'm not going to let the Lordly Boys spoil my horsey times for me ...
Umpteenth post scriptum (well, I said watch this space!). The TAB (ie government-approved gambling) which is at the source of much of NZ's harness-racing stake money has announced (well, we have huge inflation, you know) cuts in the available funds for the coming year. Well, Addington! That's the end of your obscene million-dollars race days. And perhaps the end of such anomalies as maiden races with a stake of $10k (to keep horses in New Zealand, you know) on programmes with intermediate class races at $9K and less ... And maybe you could slim your excessive staff ranks ('They are a bunch of mediocre numpies' quoth one of the many harnessworld reactors to my original post) ....
Ah! That feels GOOD. Cocktail time. And watch the fiasco called the NZ Trotters (Gallopers?) Derby once more.