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Learning to Ride a Horse at 60

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May 8, 2026 3:01 am

Learning to Ride a Horse at 60

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A 60-year-old man learns to ride a horse, discovering a new sense of purpose and self-awareness through his interactions with the animal and the process of horse care. He reflects on his personal loss and the importance of living one's life, rather than just writing about others. The story explores the bond between humans and horses, and the physical and emotional challenges of learning to ride.

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about his experience Learning to ride a horse. At the age of 60, Some months ago, I went to see someone about a horse. Back in 30s Strewball comedies, that phrase meant stepping out for a drink. In my case, that wasn't my intention. I'd never ridden in my life.

I've been moved by two things. First, by a personal loss.

Now, as in the past, grief overcame my loathing of change. Second, a concern that I'd spent my life writing about other people's lives rather than living my own. That may be untrue, as I've had a few adventures, but the worry preyed on me. I knew I was comfortable with domestic animals despite the barrier of language. I knew other ways in which I could communicate my respect and affection for a thinking creature with whom I could not speak.

Another was a long time fascination with obsolescent technologies. sailing ships and steam locomotives, things that worked. that had proven uneconomical against the internal combustion engine. I was intrigued by the notion that their operation and maintenance were becoming lost arts. And so, what of the horse?

Which had remained a common place of transportation into my father's youth some eighty years ago, which, For a cavalryman at the charge meant delivering a living projectile, 1,200 pounds of mass and three feet of steel charging at 30 miles per hour. Yeah. Over 30 years ago, I'd been a staff officer in the Guard. I'd known a number of older men whose careers had begun in the pre armoured cavalry. I remembered one retired colonel whom I'd met at a funeral, when he stepped out of his cab in faultless dress blues, decorations and sabre, with riding boots, spurs and pinks.

breeches in a shade of khaki that looked almost pink in the sunlight, the last three being no longer in the uniform regulations.

Some idiot asked him whether he'd been in the army. He brusquely replied, no, cavalry. In those days this eccentricity of apparel was his privilege, as he had been trained to ride horses into battle sword in hand, and the cavalry was a romantic memory in the army. He'd been an extra in the Errol Flynn version of The Charge of the Light Brigade. The Colonel was not a sensitive man.

and yet I was struck by his disgust, as became a cavalryman, of the studio's treatment of its horses, at least twenty five of which had been frivolously killed in making the picture. Uh These interests intersected in early 2017. How do humans and horses work together? Could I deal with an animal five times my size? What was the physical experience of riding?

Could I take a horse to a trot, a canter, a gallop? Could I take him over a fence? It was as much about my character, perhaps even the courage, to get back in the saddle after being thrown. It was as much about knowledge of myself as of the animal.

So I went to Stoddard, New Hampshire, where I met Julio. His stable is owned by a woman whose writings on equestrianism led me to think that she was inclined to an unsentimental yet affectionate relationship between horse and rider. It was appealed to me. The basis of any relationship between horse and rider seemed to lay in grooming. Uh Julio enjoyed having his hooves cleaned and being curry-combed and then brushed with hard, medium, and soft brushes.

I then went over his mane and tail with a steel brush. This took about forty five minutes, after which Julio nudged me with his muzzle and then kissed me on the right cheek. This was the first time I'd been kissed by a male five times my weight. It did not terrify me. The instructor guided me in saddling the horse, which is a time-consuming and necessary process for the comfort and safety of horse and rider, and lent me a helmet.

I was already in an old pair of chinos and rubber Wellington boots which had enough of a heel to keep me safely in the stirrups. The helmet intrigued me. Having read and reflected on Marcus Aurelius's meditations, I didn't particularly mind dying after taking a header. Whatever is intended for me thereafter is beyond my control. and the gods mean me no evil.

But as a lover, husband, and gentleman, I would not want Mimi to have a drooling idiot on her hands for the next three decades.

so although the helmet was uncomfortably snug, I wore it. My instructor insisted that I place myself either to Julio's left or his right when fiddling with his hind hooves, hind quarters, or whatever. I thought of Copenhagen. Not the Danish city. but the Duke of Wellington's charger at Waterloo.

After the day of battle the duke had dismounted, exhausted from some 20 hours in the saddle, riding from unit to unit throughout the day to observe, command, and inspire. He patted the horse on the rump. In the wild, the horse is a prey animal. He prefers to run, but he can defend himself. Think of this from Copenhagen's point of view.

Yeah, lots of noisy stuff today.

Okay. Bullets whizzing by.

Okay. A cannonball flies over my neck and takes off the arm of the nice guy to my left.

Okay. The general to my right losing his leg to another cannon ball.

Okay. Long day, lots of stress, okay. For Copenhagen it had all been okay. All horses like to work, it's their karma. Copenhagen had been trained to work in battle.

to remain calm amidst gunfire, trumpet calls, and screaming men. On that day, as on many before, he had done his job. As the Duke later said of him, using a word that for the English means guts, There may have been many faster horses. No doubt many handsomer. But for bottom and endurance I never saw his fellow.

If the Duke an unsentimental man. Had not himself been worn out, he might have sensed that Copenhagen too had spent the day suppressing his fear of shot and shell, practicing that quality we call courage. The duke's touch surprised the horse, who lashed out with both hind legs. Happily for the Duke, he missed. Anyway, I led Julio from the barn to the mounting block and, listening to my instructor every inch of the way, climbed up.

put my left foot in the stirrup and hoisted myself into the saddle. It took more effort than I'd expected, but then I was about to turn 62. With my instructor's help, I put my right foot into the stirrup. Then As directed by the instructor, I squeezed my legs and Julio began walking. A rider must move in rhythm with the horse.

As a beginner, I had years of learning ahead of me. We walked for a bit along a muddy path. Then the instructor had me press my legs together again. Julio began trotting. This is how one learns how to ride.

I rose about an inch above the saddle and came down hard. I thought my seat had been shoved into my stern. I wondered whether Theodore Roosevelt had felt like this as he trotted Little Texas up San Juan Hill in 1898. I didn't think so. Having some self-respect, I didn't scream.

Instead, I took a deep breath. which Julio has been trained to know as a signal to stop. Then I learned to make him turn. Press his left side and he turns right. Press his right side and he turns left.

and to circle. I remember once hearing someone explain, left spur turned to the right, right spur turned to the left. While I would prefer not to spur a horse, it's still good to know. All horses will test you. to see whether you're ready to take command.

If you are not, they will take command for their own safety. and the writer may become merely an inconvenient ornament to be discarded as quickly as possible. Once Julio realized that I was gently determined to command, had some physical courage, and had no foolish intentions, he deferred to me. It's his nature once he realizes the writer is in control. I think we'll get along.

Then I took him back to the stable. Oddly, dismounting was more intimidating than the rest of the process. I successfully took my right foot out of the stirrup, pulled my right leg up and over Julio's back with my weight on the left stirrup. loosed my left foot and dropped fell, might be more accurate, some three feet to the ground.

So I know something about caring for a horse and how to direct him. I know how much I have to learn before I can understand what a writer needs to know. I know enough to know my ignorance. which is always good.

Someday, I may even be a horseman. Uh And what a delightful story by Bill Breichen. What a daring thing to do in your early 60s. We fall harder when we're older. and you're gonna fall that's just what's gonna happen if you ride a horse It was as much about knowledge of self, the knowledge of the animal, Bill said, and that is true.

That is the big part of that game. is commanding the horse and doing it without speaking. Bill Breich's daring new hobby, riding horses. A beautiful story. Bill Breich's story here on Our American Stories.

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