Our third and final clinic of the season followed about 2 weeks after my coach (lovingly referred to as "JK") was in the area and came by and rode Sierra for the first time. I'm a firm believer in the fact that it's often easier to coach someone through struggles after you've felt them yourself, but in the past the opportunity didn't really present itself for her to swing a leg over. This time, she happened to be in the area (she's from here and her immediate family still lives here) so she came over one evening and finally risked her life aboard the rocket ship known as Sierra. If I've learned anything, it's for some strange reason I'm special to Sierra. I didn't realize this until a few years ago when I lent her out to a friend and Sierra bucked her off twice in one lesson. It blew my mind because she had hardly never even placed a foot out of line with me, but she pulled similar stuff with other people, so I'm always a little ne...