Clay Putnam, CGCS said: ......And two points regarding jockeys. First, anyone next to you is a dwarf. Secondly, I hate riding horses. Did it once on a trail ride. That will never happen again.
I've got a jockey story......
I was working at a golf course in Pasadena, CA at the time, and my wife cooked and sometimes waited tables at a Howard Johnson's hotel/restaurant very close to the Santa Anita racetrack. When in town for the racing season jockey Laffit Pincay would eat and stay there. The nights my wife was cooking Pincay would insist that she be the one who actually brought his meal to his table. He was a decent tipper. Well, this one night the 5' tall Pincay stands up to greet my 5'-10" tall wife. Her you-know-whats were right at his eye level. He propositions her by giving her his room key. She threw it back at him before he could turn away.
She tells me the story when she got home that night.
Me, laughing....." Ah, come on honey. Just one time. We could be millionaires!"
The wife....."Why don't you go back there? Maybe he'll give you his room key!"
He became the winnigest jockey of all time. We're still not millionaires.