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a horse is a horse- of course, of course

This post was supposed to be a throwback Thursday type of deal but considering it’s now 12:28 Friday morning, I think I missed the mark.


As we all know, I love my city. And I love playing tourist here whenever I get a chance. (meanwhile, have i ever been to the empire state building? nope. statue of liberty? negative.) However, another fun fact about me that may or may not be known is that I am scared of everything. I mean ALL. THE. THINGS. I don’t like rides. I take the steps one at a time. I over-think before I leap (literally and figuratively). It’s annoying, but I like to think that it’s an endearing quality that someone will learn to love and find cute about me. here’s to hoping.

That being said, about 7 years ago I played tourist and went on a big city adventure with Lisa, Nicole and my cousin, Jill. We went for lunch at Jekyll and Hyde and to Max Brenner for dessert (which I highly recommend). Somewhere in between it was decided that we should take a carriage ride around Central Park. Obviously, this was not my decision. I hemmed and hawed and asked the guy how much weight is too much weight for his mighty steed to pull. In a delightful Irish brogue, he assured me everything would be fine and before I knew it I was being hoisted (read: thrown) into the carriage by Lisa and Nicole. It took a few minutes to get acquainted with being in the carriage. With every bump I feared the worst.

Me: This is it! This is how it ends!

Lisa: We haven’t even made it into the park yet, Martina.

OK, so I was a little dramatic.

After I calmed down, I started to enjoy myself. The carriage driver doubled as a tour guide, pointing out famous places from movies and celebrity apartments. He showed us Diana Ross’ building, which conveniently overlooks the Diana Ross playground. oh, to be rich. 

By now I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Taking in the sights, laughing with my fellow adventure seekers. I’m watching the road ahead to kind of figure out where we were and to figure out why we were so close to traffic (we really weren’t, but i’m neurotic). I noticed that there was two other carriages next to each other, the drivers having a conversation. Our driver decided to squeeze through.

Me: We’re not going to fit

Lisa: He knows what he’s doing. We’ll fit.

Me: I don’t think so.

We didn’t fit. The wheel on my side touched the other carriage’s wheel. You would think it was a 20 car pile up.

Me: I told you we wouldn’t fit! Who else gets into an accident in a horse and carriage? Us. We do!

Lisa: OK, we didn’t fit.

All in all, it was a really fun experience. So New Yawk. Much better than the pedicab ride Lisa and I took looking for Times Square. But that’s another story.

I also wanted to add that our Mayor is trying to get rid of these horse and carriages. don’t even get me started. I’m going to include a link to the Save the Carriage Horses website. From there you can email the people in charge to ask them to not do away with this New York icon.

For those who worry about the horse’s health and safety – I personally know someone who works in the park as a mounted police officer (cool job, right?!) and she has said many, many times that the horses are treated better than humans. The drivers love their horses and would never do anything to put them in harm’s way.

So if you can (and want to), please head over to the website and send a quick note!


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