Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth...
Do you give the horse his strength? Do you clothe his neck in a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust,...
Even impossible finish lines have a starting line. It's finally here, all of it, the tragedies, the triumphs, the heroes, and the horses. Welcome...