It’s funny how some moments in your life you never forget; your emotions, your physical well-being, your thoughts. At that moment you are completely 100% in that moment. To me, that is what it feels to truly live, feeling absolutely everything, with each breath you take.
One of those moments takes me back to the 1991 PPHRNA National Show in Santa Barbara, CA. I had been living with Frank and Merlene Sutalo of Paseo del Traza during school breaks, taking lessons from Julio Soto. My equestrian background was in jumpers so I really needed help learning how to actually sit in a saddle and about the Peruvian Horse. I had no intention of showing but Merlene told me that it was like my final exam so off to the National Show we went. Talk about baptism by fire!
We arrived at the show with three horses in tow: Frank’s stallion Favorito, a beautiful young mare H-S Azalea and an older mare that I loved dearly, Carisma de Solana. We settled in and then took the horses to the arena to familiarize them with it. Julio was riding Favorito and instead of Frank hopping on next, he turned to me and said, “You should ride him.” Now mind you, I had been riding at the Sutalos for about six months and I had ridden Favorito only twice before, so I thought, “Why on earth would Frank ask me to ride him? I barely even know the horse!” However, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity; the few times I had ridden him were really fun! He was energetic, willing and knew that he was the king of the ranch.
So I got on Favorito and off we went! To describe how he was to ride, the closest thing I can think of is driving a Ferrari; you knew there was a lot of horsepower underneath you! He knew it, everyone around us knew it and I most certainly knew it. At the ranch, I typically rode the mares (my true love for riding I think) but Favorito was a stallion, and boy did he strut his stuff. I returned to Frank after a few laps, and the most surprising thing came out of his mouth, “You look good on him. You should show him tomorrow in the Stallions Performance class.”
Mind you, Frank is an old-school sort of man and if I turned down the ride on his horse, he may have taken it as me thinking that I was “better” than his horse. So far from the truth! I was a 19 year old kid that barely knew Favorito and I was so afraid that I would not do the horse justice. Furthermore, the only class that Frank was scheduled to ride him in was that class and I certainly didn’t want to take away his one ride on his horse!
Regardless of knowing Frank and what he would think, I declined the invitation to ride Favorito. However, I hemmed, hawed and stressed over the situation all night. My mother and I discussed it and decided that it would probably be better if I accepted the ride. Then came the sleepless night of stressing about doing the horse justice. Thank goodness I was only 19 and could handle a sleepless night like a champ!
The morning came and off to the show we went. I rode Carisma in Bareback Equitation and next was Favorito. I was so zoned in on the horse that I didn’t even pay attention to who was in the warm up arena with me. As we lined up in the center of the competition ring, Jorge Valenzuela on Pisquero, Roberto Quijandria on RDS Dominguero, Hilario Carrera, Jr. on a well-ribboned performance horse from the north, Raul Risso on *RyR Galileo, Benni Barto on *Villa Secreto, Greg Malaby on Sindical+, Penny Allen on Zenu Manu and others stood in the line up with me. The horse and rider teams that lined the area from end to end was truly amazing. As soon as I saw the line up, I was instantly horrified. And here I was on Favorito, scared to death. All I kept thinking was, “Do the best you can Charlotte!”
The class seemed to take forever but it flew by me in a flash. We were asked to go to the rail and Favorito was READY! He was hollering to make sure that everyone knew that he was the lord of the ring for those 30 minutes. Maneuvers were asked for and then they asked for number 145 (our number; I will never forget) to go through the serpentine. I had already passed the start of the cones so we pulled in to make a circle to come back to the beginning of the serpentine. As I came around, there was one of the judges right in front of me. I thought, “Oh, I’ve lost the class for sure now. Running a judge over is definitely a bad thing!” Fortunately, I didn’t run over Annette and we made it through the serpentines like it was nothing. Favorito took care of everything without missing a step.
Now, I’m not sure what the record is for holding your breath before passing out, but I’m positive that I hold the unofficial record. Every time I passed my mom and Merlene, they wouldn’t give me tips on how to improve our ride but they would just tell me, “breathe!!” I was so incredibly nervous. And that was just when the competition started getting good!
We reversed and one rider decided to pass us and run us into the wall. I was horrified but Favorito held his ground and just kept going. A few minutes later after our circles, another rider proceeded to pass us and then stop short right in front of us. Again, I didn’t know what to do but Favorito saved the day. He did everything to a T: stop, stand, back, circle, serpentines. If the judges had asked him to serve tea, he probably would have done it perfectly.
The class ended and we were sent to the end of the arena to wait for the results. Frank walked to the back of the stands where I could see him. As each horse was called, he said that he could see a little bit more color come back to my face. As the numbers were called and they weren’t number 145, Frank would do a little celebratory dance. The numbers kept coming and 145 still hadn’t been called. When were we going to be called? Favorito was perfect but he had to take care of me the whole class! Well, second place was called and it still wasn’t 145; I just remember taking in the biggest breath ever and wanting to cry; WE WON!
We collected our ribbon and made our victory lap. I was amazed and so proud to ride such a wonderful horse. As I left the arena, my circulatory system began to function again and then the jitters started. I couldn’t even walk the horse out. What an unforgettable ride.
So, now you know the story of my first blue ribbon. I will never forget it and I will never forget the noble Favorito. Thank you Frank for letting me ride him; I know that he was one of your dearest four-legged friends ever. May Favorito rest in peace.
Favorito
(Fenix x Graciela)
1984-2009
