So there I was hand grazing my horse and I thought "what a good day to do some sheath cleaning." So I tied my horse and ran back in to the barn to grab some cleaning supplies.
I came back out and brought him back in to the front yard to graze (I like to keep his mind busy then he forgets about what's happening down there) So I started to clean, and of coarse I heard every car that was passing and I would stop what I was doing, so they wouldn't get a wrong impression. I could only imagine what a non horsey person would think.
So after the last car passed the coast was clear so I started cleaning again (I had my back to the road) and I for some reason looked up after like 30 seconds and there was a WHOLE PACK of (peddle) bikers... there, no joke, had to be around 20 of them... I of coarse didn't hear them and I think I scared them for life. They were all staring as they peddled by. It felt like time had froze! but I guess I gave them something to talk about at the dinner table tonight