Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Dubasari really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a champ, ready to hit the tracks. You know, just another day in the life of a jockey, right? But nah, Dubasari had other plans.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Strada 31 August, and I swear, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, come on! It’s not rush hour, people! I’m sittin’ there, fumin’ in my car, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna be late for the race. My horse, Thunderbolt, is probably pacing in his stall, thinkin’ I abandoned him or somethin’.
Finally, I get to the stables, and guess what? Thunderbolt’s not even in his stall! I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, he’s out in the paddock, munchin’ on grass like he’s on vacation. I’m runnin’ over, shoutin’, “Dude, we got a race!” He just looks at me like, “Chill, bro.”
So, I get him saddled up, and we head to the track. The vibe is electric, man. The crowd’s buzzin’ like a beehive. I can see my buddies from the local bar, The Old Oak, cheerin’ me on. They’re probably already three beers in, but whatever.
The race starts, and I’m feelin’ it. Thunderbolt’s got that fire in his belly. We’re neck and neck with this dude on a horse named Lightning Strike. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, Thunder! Show him who’s boss!” But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right in front of us. I’m like, “Are you serious?!”
Thunderbolt freaks out, and we veer off course. I’m tryin’ to regain control, but it’s chaos! I’m yellin’, “Get outta the way, pigeon!” The crowd’s laughin’, and I’m just prayin’ we don’t end up in the river.
Finally, we get back on track, and I’m pushin’ Thunderbolt like there’s no tomorrow. We’re flyin’ down Strada Tineretului, and I can feel the wind in my hair. It’s like we’re one, man. Just me and my horse against the world.
Crossin’ the finish line, I’m pumped! We did it! But then I see the other jockeys givin’ me the stink eye. Like, chill out, guys! It was just a pigeon!
After the race, I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I head over to The Old Oak to celebrate. My buddies are buyin’ me drinks, and I’m tellin’ them the whole crazy story. They’re laughin’ so hard, I think one of ’em might choke on his beer.
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my trainer. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come back to the stables. Thunderbolt’s not feelin’ right.” My heart drops. I’m thinkin’, “No way, not my boy!”
I rush back, and the vet’s there. Turns out, Thunderbolt just had a little too much grass. I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. Like, really? You had to eat the whole paddock?
So, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ him, and I can’t help but laugh. This day was a rollercoaster. Dubasari, man, you never cease to amaze me. From the crazy traffic to the pigeon drama, it’s all part of the ride.
As I head home, I’m thinkin’ about how tomorrow’s another day. Another race, another chance to ride. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally beat Lightning Strike. But for now, I’m just glad to be home, chillin’ with my horse, and ready to crash. What a day, huh?