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Who are your Horses from History?

Traveller. His bones were dug up and assembled for display at Washington & Lee University. Turned out he wasn't the only horse buried on the Lee plantation and the assembled skeleton was the damndest horse anyone ever saw. Six legs.
 
Traveller. His bones were dug up and assembled for display at Washington & Lee University. Turned out he wasn't the only horse buried on the Lee plantation and the assembled skeleton was the damndest horse anyone ever saw. Six legs.
Ah. A Barsoomian horse.
 
I vote for Traveler as well, not because he was six-legged, nor that he was Gen Lees' mount, but because his namesake was one of the finest cars ever built. Jerry Rushings' famous Chrysler 300D rum-runner:
 

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I vote for Traveler as well, not because he was six-legged, nor that he was Gen Lees' mount, but because his namesake was one of the finest cars ever built. Jerry Rushings' famous Chrysler 300D rum-runner:
Side drift. My grandfather had a '61 Chrysler not too different from that one - a big gray one, though it wasn't a 300. I rode with him a few times and nearly fainted numerous times when I looked in the rear view mirror and thought someone was tailgating us. It was just the enormous fins.

Further side drift. He had bought a new Chrysler every ten years or so since the 1920's. Never anything but a Chrysler because he was convinced they had the best motors. A guaranteed loyal customer. Getting near due for a new one, he had a grabbing rear brake in his, and took it to the dealer. I guess the dealer saw an old fool, and claimed it could not be fixed. He'd just have to get a new one. Not quite the old fool (he was actually a very smart man and a lifelong scientist) he asked one of his grandsons what he'd do - that one liked Pontiacs, so he sent him to his local Pontiac dealer, who looked at it and replaced some very tiny part - a shoe retaining nail or spring, for nearly nothing. My grandfather immediately traded the car in on a new Pontiac and until he died at 94 drove Pontiacs.
 
Godolphin Arabian, of course, because of the self-serving autobiography he dictated that ended up being read by fourth-graders everywhere! He glossed over the drunkenness, the knife duel, and the business with the horse prostitutes. But still, all things considered, he was truly a gentleman and a scholar, perhaps the finest horse to ever poop into a hat and throw it at Louis XV. Certainly one of the top three horses to do that. It wasn't always fun to be Louis XV.
 

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