Peaches was a buckskin mare that was lent to me and my friend Helen. We rode her everyday during the summer for three years. The owners couldn't afford a saddle, so we rode her bareback. She was big, just short of 15 hands.
We would ride 5 miles to the park in northern L.A. and then get into races. We were once challenged by an uppitty girl who was riding a beautiful quarter horse with an English saddle to a race.
This happened 40 years ago when I was 15 but I'll never forget it. We were about 150 yards to the finish line. It was a ditch that was close to the brush and trees beyond. Remember, I was bareback on a buckskin mare while my opponent had a prancing Arabian quarter horse.
There were 10 or 20 kids around to watch the race. Peaches started slow but then got into her full gallop. We soon passed the snotty girl and beat her by 3 lengths. The only problem I had was slowing her down. She jumped the ditch and was headed straight for the bushes. I pulled on the reins so that her head was looking at me, but she ran forward.
Finally she turned and I got her under control.
She was named peaches for that very reason, she wouldn't turn and ran into a peach tree when she was young and just broken.





