Don’t be a horse’s ass! Use some horse sense. Someone once decried steam locomotive trains, saying that travelling more than 40 MPH would drive people insane. Sorry!! They came in that way.
The 20th Century and the 21st have been a period of great, rapid, technological advancement and development. Some people are able to keep with part, or all of it, better than others. Bigots sometimes denigrate middle-Easterners, by calling them camel-riders. That sometimes is a good idea – the camel-riding, not the name-calling.
A scientific expedition to research a geographic anomaly in the Sahara, hired a Bedouin guide who was reputed to know the desert well. They loaded him in one of their jeeps, and tore off into the sand. After a day of driving they stopped, and asked him where they were, and where their destination was. He had no idea!! He knew the desert by how long it took to get to any part of it, by camel.
Trafficking in stupidity!
There are waaayyyy too many car drivers who should be restricted to horse-drawn carts, pulled by
a horse, especially a quiet, plodding horse for farm work or family use.
A horse would be smarter than many drivers. I don’t drive much anymore, but I DO watch some “Idiots in Cars” YouTube videos. A horse would get out of the way of a lot of these accidents. I’ve bitched that some people don’t drive past the hood of their car. The worst of them don’t drive past the end of their nose. These are the ones who should take a bus, a cab, or an Uber.
Oh, the road lanes separate ahead, and there’s a concrete divider with buttress at the end.
I’ll just keep driving right into it.
I’m going so slow, that someone is making a left-turn in front of me.
I won’t bother to swerve to avert a collision, or put on the brakes. I’ll just drive slowly right into them.
A small rancher in Wyoming rode his horse several miles into what passed for a small town one evening. He hitched Lightning outside a roadhouse bar, and went in and got snozzled. At closing time he managed to clamber back into the saddle, smacked the horse on the rump, ordered Home, and slumped over the saddle-horn.
Lightning was happy to head back home, where there was food, and water, and other horses, so off he trotted. Just outside town, an ambitious, officious State Trooper pulled the pair over, and charged the rancher with drunk driving. Sometimes it’s just best to pay the damned fine. Sometimes it ain’t.
He went to court, and argued to the judge that his horse was not a motor-vehicle as defined by law. Also, in his condition, he was not in care and control of his autonomous transport. The judge agreed, and dismissed the charge, saying that he felt the horse was the smartest of the three.
Saddle up and ride back on Friday, to meet Lyin’ Brian, my evil Fibbing Friday twin. 😉