When it was all over, I laughed at Maggie’s “freshness”. Our neighbour, who was sitting in his tractor, in the field by the road, and who likely witnessed the whole scene, probably had a few chuckles too. Since then, Maggie and I have had lots of great, non-eventful rides together, rides where she is her usual, lazy self. But, there have been a few cold days, riding out on the road, where I’ve felt the fire-breathing dragon begin to emerge again. She’s never acted with quite as much fury as she did during that ride in December, but as much as I hate to admit it, the memories of those out-of-control moments have stayed with me. I’m genuinely anxious for spring to arrive, so I can start riding regularly again. But in the meantime, I know I’ve been making excuses to avoid anymore wild, winter rides. Instead, I’ve taken advantage of the nicer days to hand-walk her up and down the road. Of course, those walks don’t always work out so well either…but that’s a whole other story.