Apollo = dazzle, magic, fairy dust. When I
first saw him as a 3-year-old at Herrmann Lipizzaners, I saw
brilliance that might be too hot to handle. I bought him but
hedged my bet with a sleepier half-brother and an older horse.
The half-brother was soon sold and the more experienced Conversano
Amena was a partner/teacher for some years.
Apollo was like a gift from the Greek gods.
He was extraordinarily beautiful, far too intelligent for my
skill level at the time, and talented beyond words. An early
hock injury limited his competition career but not his charisma
or importance in my life.