There are some pedigrees you just can't get rid of.
I had a friend who wrestled in high school, and whenever we'd hang out or go partying, the night always devolved into him fireman's carrying someone or taking someone down with a double leg.
And that's because old habits die hard. It might be a cliche saying and the title for one of the greatest action movie franchises of all time (just don't talk about the last one where John McClain is in Russia with his son), but it's the truth.
This guy thought it'd be a good idea to take Shamrock, a bonafide, pedigree, born-to-gallop racehorse out for a relaxing stroll through the countryside.
But he got a lot more than he bargained for, as evinced by his panicked cries of fear and utter respect for Shamrock's speed:
"Whoah, whoah, whoah... Sham, walk... woah... Shamrock!... No, Sham for F***'S SAKE!"
"Shamrock is a retired racehorse. On this day, he forgot he was retired, or that I'm not that experienced a rider and decided to take me for the ride of my life."
It's a good thing that both Nick and the horse were unharmed after their harrowing ride.