I have no clue what the phrases mean. Can't wait to see the answers!
As far as driving, I enjoyed the story about Snowy. I was looking for a little Welch pony when I eventually bought my little Shetland/quarter pony. They are really hard to find around here, unless you're wanting a hunter/jumper sport pony and then they are less suitable for a beginner child's pony and also far more expensive. We had a Welch mare about 13 hh high when our kids were little. She was worth her weight in gold! She eventually colicked at age 18 and had to be put down, at which point my heart was broken.
One of my favorite memories of her was on a day when I took my daughter to ride her. We boarded at the time on a farm with a lovely gentleman, Mr. Taylor, who had known the pony from her previous owner and had advised me that she was worth her weight. I stopped at the driveway to chat with Mr. T, and Alison became impatient to go get her pony! I said, "Wait just a little while," but Mr. T said, "Let her go get the pony!" I trusted her to get the pony, as she was in a pasture alone, but at the time my daughter was too short to reach the pony's head to put the halter on, unassisted. Anyway, off she goes with halter and lead rope, and Mr. T and I kept chatting. In a few minutes, here comes my daughter up the hill, pony haltered and in tow. Alison is stomping and her body language tells me that she is in a temper. We opened the gate for her, and she began to scold me, saying, "Mommy, you should have helped me! I couldn't reach Brandy's ears to put the halter on, so I threw the rope over her neck and it kept falling off! I did it over and over, and it kept falling off! Finally (huffily) Brandy put her head down for me so I could reach her! You should have helped me!" I had to laugh at her, and of course Mr. T won the bet, and I realized anew just how good the pony Brandy was. Any one of the other horses would have been 40 acres away after having the rope thrown at them!