"Oh okay" Jeremiah said w a soft smile, he walked back to the round pen leading his stallion to the tack area. Jeremiah saddled the youngster with racing equipment, polo wraps, race mask, bridle and saddle. He decided to have a green jockey hop on the stallion as the youngster walked w pride towards the track. His gate smooth and confident they approached the gates. The stallion didn't yet have a name yet as Jeremiah was waiting to see what he could do first. As the stallion was walked into the gate, his eyes big full of excitement yet caution as he has never been inside the box. He rested his hindquarters onto the back of the gate, his ears resting back as he listened to the jockey. The gates crashed opened, the youngster flinched but didn't leap out, the jockey urged him forward giving him the okay to bolt forward. The stallion dug his back legs into the dirt, leaping out of the box with great power. The stallions nose flared as each stride became bigger than the last. As the youngster became faster the inexperienced jockey began to lose his balance.