If you've never seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I highly recommend it.
Now, it might seem somewhat off-topic, as the only horse in the movie is the one on the logo of the classic 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California Spyder (..."It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up. ..."), but if you're looking for insights about the 1980s, or about making the best of your situation, Ferris Bueller delivers.
What brings this film to mind right now is my current stay-at-home status: I'm sick. Perhaps not Emu-synthesizer sick (clip here is NSFW due to language) but bad enough to be out of the office for a couple of days.
And maybe it's feeling ill that's put me in a bit of a bad humor about life in general. Or the medicine, perhaps, is messing with me. Or it could be just lying around a whole lot with not much to do besides watch old '80s teen movies. Regardless, I've had some spare time over the past couple of days and have come up with a few complaints about the Thoroughbred industry -- where we are, and where we seem to be headed.
Over the next couple of days, I'm going to vent those complaints. And I'm going to try to get you to join me in my frustrations, so that maybe we can start to make a few changes to improve things.
If you're not into a bit of snarkiness now and then, just skip ahead a bit and I'll soon be back on track with some regular Thoroughbred pedigree evaluation. But for the next couple of posts, I'll discuss a few topics that irritate me about the racehorse industry, including fear of technology, irresponsibility of the "unwanted" horse situation, and the unwelcoming atmosphere we present to newcomers.
(Go ahead and add to that short list in the comments section if you have a complaint of your own!)
"... Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. ..."