The Sport of Kings The sun blazed down on us as we clambered off the bus at the British National Horse Racing Museum. It was another beautiful, sunny, and warm English day; the second in a row! Our tour guide and ex-jock, Johnny, met us out front with a mostly toothless grin. As we made our way to Newmarket he told us tales of racing, and how his career ended in the Grand National due to severe head injury. Newmarket is where the Thoroughbred and its racing ability got its start hundreds of years ago. The bus pulled up on a gravel lot where rolling fields and white racing railing surrounded us. Horses were everywhere; walking to the gallops in long strains, tearing down the hills, and peacefully jogging with sun shining on their shiny coats.
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