The reason I don’t smile when I’m riding is because I’m trying to remember where the fuck I’m going.

Or what the fuck I’m doing

Or how the fuck to do it

And if I am smiling, it’s because i just fucked up and i’m trying to cover it up.

Or I’m laughing at myself because of how god awful it was

"Don’t think about the jump. The jump doesn’t matter. What matters is your approach. Your canter. Your trot.
The jump height is irrelevant. If your approach is shit, your jump will be shittier.
Ask for impulsion. Ask for self-carriage. If you can get those two things, the jump will come.
So don’t focus on the damn jump."

"back straight like a lady, legs spread like a whore and fucking thrust"