I can answer that one. It is the same as if I put you on the underground train blindfolded, in a straight jacket and told you not to lean against anything. Horses are unable to pre-empt breaking, corners and accelleration hense the care. It is possible for a horse to fall over in the horse box/trailer causing injury and expense (vets) and when you are traveling a horse worth £30 000 +, its no joke. People should pull over where possible but there are alot of ignorant people in the horse industry - as there is in any indusrty.
Are you travelling for the horses benefit or your own? Betcher £50 the horse would be just as happy/sad/indifferent if you didn't drag it all over the country in the dark having told it not to lean on anything!
Horses on the road and horse riders in general, do **** me off. I always slow down for them, in fact I frequently stop and turn off my engine to avoid scaring the horse - best I've ever had in response is a vague wave and sickly smile - I don't avoid scaring the horse for the sake of the rider, only the horse and that I don't want my car kicked.
They don't pay road tax, they're not required to have insurance, any safety checking (annual or otherwise) or any rider training to be used on the road - there's no lower age limit for a rider on the road either. Lastly on horses... my car doesn't **** in the street, doesn't have a mind of it's own and always reacts solely to my input. On the very odd occasion when it does drop something (oil for example) I bloody well clean it up!
Other things that **** me off... other drivers, sex irrespective, who expect me to reverse a quarter of a mile because they don't know how to reverse 25 feet, with or without a trailer attached, regardless of the fact that they
could have stopped 25 feet back
if only they'd been paying attention to driving the ****ing car instead of playing with their damn hair/makeup/kids/prat nav!
People, in reasonably powerful cars, who slow down on motorway slip roads while joining the motorway - they're alright jack, but pity the poor sap stuck behind them who gets forced up the hard shoulder by that artic that can't move out thanks to "Mr. and Mrs. Middle Lane Owners Club, never had an accident but I've seen loads!" overtaking at 58mph whilsty passing a junction!
Oh yeah... pricks with company cars who overtake me on Maidstone Road in the 30 limit, while I'm doing 30, frequently within 100 yards of the one pelican crossing to allow schoolkids to cross (always flowers tied to the railings for some reason) - there's 2 primary schools and a secondary school in a 1/4 of a mile. One thing I do love, is the expressions on their faces when they can't quite pluck up the nerve to overtake me or when there simply isn't enough room to overtake regardless of how much extra income tax they pay for the overpowered shopping cart their company has foisted on them. They range from boredom to outright rage - how dare I impede their right to shatter the speed limit past 3 schools and get where they're going 4 cars lengths earlier?!
That's the best thing about a Defender - if you're fast enough to catch it, you're not powerful enough to stop it. Got the grunt, mass and traction to stop it? You'll never catch it
"See ya at the back of the next traffic jam you come to!"