Crashing is a kind of flying?

- BILLY SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Nicos voice rang out through the drill-hall as grey stallion accelerated and tore through another obstacle(not sure but is drill-hall the correct word for a indoor riding paddock?) When Bill had asked him to come along and look at a horse he´d thought, well, actually he hadn´t known what to expect, but nothing like this! Billy had been a student at the ridingschool for just 2 years and had made astonishing progress in that time, especially with the lazy horses which he managed to work up some speed with in just an houre or so. The boy had a natural gift, he conected with the horses and only used minimal preassure on the reins when riding, all in all he had great follow through and moved together with which ever horse he was handed. Maybe that was why Nico had expected for him to want to buy a calm steady dressage horse, not this hyperactive mischief of a horse!

Billy was amazed by the stallions raw energy and power as they exploded forward towards another obstacle, it felt like flying! Pajazzo threw his head up, snorting out the cold january air, took aim on another jump then leaped forward with even greater speed. The 5 yo stallion had been a steeplechaser as a two and three yo but had been taken off the racetrack when he started missbehaving, that was two years ago. Since then he had mostly spent time out in the field, keeping the younger horses company and working up alot of energy that usually resulted in new mischiefs or misbehaviour. He hadn´t been ridden at all for the last year and now, with the drill-house full of obstacles and nobody stopping him he ran like crazy, flunging his body and occasional beams into the air, with Bill sitting perfectly still in the saddle, just holding on and go along in the stallions mad race.