Does your non-horse parent try to find
strange thoughtful ways to connect to your equine obsession? Mine does.
My Los Angeles born and bred father has a country bumpkin alter ego which manifests only for the most special occasions:
1.When he’s watching COPS
2. When he sees someone in a trucker hat making bad choices
3. When he comes across truly magnificent jimmy-rigged,duct taped, self-welded, AND/OR ancient but potentially functional vehicles.
Because I happen to be in the market for both a a truck and a horse trailer on a shoestring budget, he has used this as an excuse to send me the following totally insane local finds on a regular basis. And so I present, Weird Horse Texts My Dad Sends Me: Redneck Horse Trailer Edition
I think my dad may have actually walked into someone’s backyard to get a picture of this next one. Anything in the name of comedy.
Do not be deceived at first glance. That is not a gooseneck. That’s a REMOVABLE HORSE CAMPER.
But why stop at the camper when you can buy the whole lorry?? (Is it bad that I actually kind of wanted this one?)
Once he’s sent me enough of these things, I start getting into it. Proof that alter egos are in fact genetic.