Dundee

Dundee was a medium ugly build, medium brown colour, medium bored temperament. My F/W barn instructor seemed to delight in heaving his students up on slightly un-broke 16hh horses. But Dundee was the second horse, and he was thrilling, if completely jarring, his outer-mongolian trot incomprehensible to my overly imaginative mind.

Dundee had a very effective move for rider separation without damage. Dundee had a genius for the "irregular" trot. While trotting rapidly on the rail of the arena, jar the rider as high as possible, and then hang a 90degree inside turn, and stop.
Plop. Always gently, it never hurt. This move worked for Dundee and me, every, single time. My instructor would laugh. And off I'd go, again.

Took me quite a long while to master Dundee, and then he was gone, his butt shipped to parts I didn't know about. I was bereft, heartbroken, crushed beyond all fevered kid's expectations of life. Dundee really was a great horse to ride, before riding any other type of horse. He was impossible to sit truly comfortably. He encouraged strength in my legs, in sheer self-defense. Posting a trot was life or death, with good old medium Dundee.
Stay in 't middle, lass, was his lesson. Don't expect an easy ride in life. Hang on!

'e must have been a Scottish warm-blood, with that name, anyway.
Butch was still prettier, in his day;)