Well he came, he drank (box of coldie's in the flower pot), and he rode off into the sunset!!! (Not literally.. we do not condone drink riding. He drank and waited a few hours so he was right to ride)And down by the veranda, where flower pots grow beer,
Spiders tell a solemn tale of Jack Thompson's ride that year
Upon a horse (not his of course), new saddle as his chair
He rode out into the mist and rain, in his driza bone with a stealy glare.
I know. Sad isnt it. I do not pretend to be a poet.
Except that during the ride Les aka Jack lost his head!!!!!
Looks like Les is going to give the BM a run for his money. We now have evidence that both the boys are not just talented truck/float drivers and strappers. Look out girls!! The way these boys are riding we may end up strapping for them.
Heres Jack on County Rose oh Whops I mean Waratah! Lookin good (however with those shot stirrups you would be better on the Thoroughbred.)
Hey, That doesn't look like a Thoroughbred to me............
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