Charlotte Mutsaers
The riding master would appreciate it if she’d remember that when horse riding you might best be wearing a real pair of riding breeches, those with side flaps.
She asks why, since a simple straightforward denim pair works well too. What are those flaps for, in fact?
The riding master answers that you catch a very special kind of wind in them.
Do they make you go faster?
No, not faster—as a matter of fact, true dressage, just like real life, doesn’t have anything to do with racing—it’s rather the sensation that matters. Little girls who have never personally experienced this heavenly sensation did well not to shoot off their mouths. And it wouldn’t hurt to consult a few books on cavalry. Horse riding without background information doesn’t make sense for anyone. And this here is no club for amateurs.
And the women who wear their own riding breeches, in the form of fat, can they perhaps ride like that?
Now the riding master doesn’t feel like explaining anything anymore. Sometimes your patience simply runs out. Furthermore, all this questioning ruins the class, notably for the other ladies. These horses are moving around like turtles. Time to bring out the whip.
When the carousel is back in full swing, she hears the rustle of the riding breeches over the cracking of the whip. Finally she understands: the riding breeches give the horse wings, and the horse gives those wings to you. Is it the idea or is it the sensation? Whatever. As long as you take off.