Welcome to Dallas, y’all.  I stopped when I saw this bad boy on my way in the mall and had to take a picture.  Like fine horseflesh, I also appreciate fine horsepower.  Just as I was snapping it but trying to look nonchalant, a mall security guy came by on a golf cart and asked if I liked his car.  We both just grinned, sharing a moment.  Even though I am not given to jealousy, I am glad to say although I love this car I would not want to have it even if I could.  We absolutely must get away from our dependency upon oil — both foreign and domestic.  Much like coal had its heyday in England, so oil must end as it is a finite resource anyway.  I am still praying for the Water Protectors at the sight of the unwanted Dakota access pipeline.  The horse transformed the lives of Native Americans and it has made my heart proud to see so many on horseback coming in to protest the black snake.  The Australian poet Pam Brown once said:

“A horse is the projection of peoples’ dreams about themselves – strong, powerful, beautiful – and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.”

Maybe that’s why I admire it so … horsepower.