My whole life I’ve fought my Texan roots. As a kid, when people from out of state would ask if we rode horses to school, I’d angrily say, “No, d’uh!” When I moved to New York, folks there would playful chide me, “Y’all? Do y’all all ride horses in Texas?” I’d respond, “First off, it’s just ‘do y’all ride horses?’ Second, nobody in cities ride horses, especially in civilized Austin.” And when I moved to Berlin, Germany, they’d say, “Ah ja, zoo you have zee horsez in Texzas? Wiz your big cowboy hatz?” I’d just sigh and tell them we drove. Just. Drove.
Flash forward to the last couple of years. Back in Austin, our city is slowly losing its weirdness, and I’ve lost my rejection of Texan culture, instead embracing anything that doesn’t feel like white-washed, suburban culture. And let’s be honest, sorry bearded hipsters on fixies, there’s no other transportation more old school or retro than a horse.
Now I love seeing horses tied up at the White Horse or Bouldin Creek Cafe. I love that horses slow the traffic down. And when I woke up this morning and saw this picture on my Instagram, I realized that I EFFING LOVE HORSES AT DRIVE-THRU WINDOWS!!