I was feeling especially renegade late one night
right before dawn, cooped up at a
very straight business partner's high rise pad.
I got my gear and tack in my saddle bags and
headed out the door.
"Hey, where are you going dear?"
He said hoping to be invited for fun.
"Out Riding", I replied with a wink and grin.
"Wanna go for a ride?"
"Riding? What kind of ride? he asked hope fading fast.
"A Quick Wild One Across Town" I giggled.
"Ah...Ah well I don't know I have to get
ready for the market opening in a bit."
"I understand dear, sorry, I don't think
you're quite up to "Riding" just yet. Bye Bye!"
Once out on the street near the Embarcadero,
I knew it was going to be tricky getting
over to the fun side of town from there.
"Oh the heck with it", I mused.
I walked over to catch a bus downtown
and then had an idea. Why not take a Cable Car?
Hay, a Cable Car would be perfect for "Riding"...
So, jumping aboard the first one that came along,
I looked around at all the Japanese and other
tourists and smiled my naughty smile.
This was going to be a wild ride for sure !
I dumped out my bags and laid things out
in an orderly pile. I would have to be fast
and cool to pull this off (on). ;-)
Like a sulky right out of the shoot I started undressing
in an orderly manner, not drawing much attention at first.
Then pulled on some gear and took off some more,
as heads started to turn in my direction...
then a quick brushed forward and my mane was very ponylike
and then brushed on some naughty indian war paint, voila !
Now I had done some quick changes before
in cars and bathrooms, but never "Ponied" up
right in the open, right in front of people,
not even in the annual parade!
Dunno what came over me. I'm usually so shy !
"Good God Almighty!" one old guy yelled out.
"What the Hell! A Horse?" another old fart gasped.
Tourists began reaching for their cameras in awe!
The gripman looked back to see what was happening
and I think he called security or something.
I reared up, whinnied, pawed and pranced,
with bit, bridle and reins for numerous clicks,
while the locals just shook their heads in dismay.
Oh the tourists cheered, they loved me and wanted more,
so I got the rest of my gear strapped on and looked pretty
wild for sure in saddle bags, horseshoe boots and tail!
The Trolley continued clanking on, but at the turntable
I jumped off right into the arms of a vice cop, who said,
"Down Girl Down Girl, What in hell do you think you're doing?
We can't allow that in front of tourists, women and kids !"
I replied, "Well there aren't any kids around..."
"Shut up...I don't know whether to cuff you or lasso you?"
"Rope works for me Sir...
as I handed him my cute white cotton lariat ;-)"
"Just get in the car Miz Oakley,
You're just visiting the City
and you're leaving town, right?
Or or would you like to trot right out to county...
or perhaps the vet's for a shot if you wish Annie..."
I couldn't tell him I had a penthouse stable
right downtown off Market near the Mark...
At least he had some sense of humor about it
and had seen everything now, his life was complete.
"I'll behave, I nuzzled. I didn't need another disorerly
conduct case...or a call to Bill for Bail wearing a bit.
"Ok ok, I'll leave town right away. Lets go Greyhound..."
"Hold on Misty, not dressed like Secretariat you don't !
You get back into your city gear before we get there,
or its a ride way out to county country for you..."
"Ok sorry", I neighed, just having a little harmless fun..."
Hummmm, Greyhound...now that could be a really wild ride!
"Go Greyhound, and leave the Riddin' to us!" ;-)
Maybe next time. I returned by cab to my friend's place,
but it sure was a hell of a pony ride on the wild side!
Sometimes I miss the City, sometimes I really dunno...
Untammed ponies just can't control themselves sometimes.
We just gallop off crazy wild...
***Whinnnnnny***
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