So we get there and are asked who’s first time is it. Jim has road several times so he get’s Maverick the horse. Maverick’s annoying habit was that he liked to stop and eat… a lot more than other horses. I get Maggie the horse. The employee says Maggie should be fine, not usually for first timers but she should be fine. ????? Maggie likes to bite Maverick so don’t let her turn around. She’s a little feisty but she’ll be OK. Or was it she should be OK? Another employee walks over and almost questions the woman’s assignment of Maggie to me. I think positive thoughts. We mount. We follow the guide. Jim is behind me. I’m scared shit about 15 minutes of the ride, holding on for dear life and feeling like Maggie is walking extra hard because she knows it’s my first time and clearly she’s a bitch. By 16 minutes I’m taking my camera out and snapping photos and videos of Jim and myself. Weeeeeeeeeee. At about 20 minutes my right shoulder hurts. My right side kidney feels like it’s moving around and trading places with the left one. I think my organs are playing musical organs. I try to reposition myself but the pain keeps coming. By 30 minutes I’m moaning. No one can hear me moan which is how I’d prefer it. At 40 minutes I’m hoping Maggie, who turned out to be a fine horse, would just stop and I’d be forced to walk back. At minute 46 or so, it’s the end and it’s the happiest moment of the day for me. Get me the f**k off this horse. This shit is overrated.
Above/Below: Jim and Maverick
Lunch! We stopped at a little BBQ place we spotted called Lancaster’s Bar-B-Que. It was pretty good but the pulled pork sandwich was overly spicy. Even for me and I eat hot wings. A few errands here and there and then off to Chima for Charlotte Restaurant Week. Yum!
We had a great time! What’s not to like? It’s a mobile meat buffet on a stick. A meat-fest. We went here last year.