get me off this crazy thing

He was a good horsie. And sometimes you could still feel the "race horse" in him. I was playing polo one time, and in a ride-off with a friend whose horse was also a "race track reject" and my horse and his horse looked at each other and took off, tearing down the field, racing each other. We just sat on them and laughed, knowing they'd stop when they got to the end of the field. When they'd run themselves out, we turned and went back to the rest of the game.