He's very pretty, Georgia clay and all. I only had one Appy, many, many years ago, and I swore he was raised on loco weed. He would manage to get the bit in his mouth and off he'd go and all you could do was ride him. One of those trips, I got him headed into this big windmill and he just ran right into it. We stopped, though, and I'm sure he saw stars for awhile. That bad boy went down the road.
