The Corral is quiet, the frost on the Fence rails crackles in the thawing dawn. The sounds of the Wild Turkey in the woods, the orange blur of the Red fox as it pounces on a Mouse. All the sounds of the deepening of the winter days, and a season of restful reflection. A shimmer in the air as the fireplace chimney vents its heat to a vapor plume ,wafting across the valley sky.
Deep in the bowels of the Barn, the ponies are feeding on the sustenance of the many Trickle Chargers glowing in the shadows. In the upstairs loft, the stable master works feverishly on a new idea for the Herd, drafting a design for the resurrection of the Metal, horsepower to the wheels, and swift transit across the landscape of the world. More than the crowds can fathom, a passion of incessant activity to improve, upgrade and add value. Only the informed understand , and will follow every achievement.
A near scriptural reset of a myth that could revive a breed of compact equine motoring enthusiasm...
Welcome to the land of the PCCA, Noble vehicle of swift horses, all welcome who ride! :
Pintosopher, Monk to the Following, written in the dust of the western wagon trails