Passage Magazine March 2015 | Page 5

How did you come to own him? I was looking for a competition horse to take to FEI levels and really be competitive with. I was most certainly NOT looking for a stallion. I lived in Texas at the time and my trainer there, Lyndon Rife, was helping me look. We tried a few in the U.S. and then he called me one day - I remember the call, I was walking into the gym - and said Carol Grant had called him about a nice stallion in Europe. My first thoughts were, “I don’t want a stallion,” and, “If he’s a stallion and he’s in my price range, something is wrong with him.” Well, we got the video and I couldn’t believe him. He was gorgeous, and a super mover, and only 8. So we made plans to go try him. I still did not want a stallion, necessarily, so Lyndon and I talked about options — geld him in Europe before shipping him home to avoid the quarantine, geld him when he gets here, or wait and see. But his character and readability were so amazing, and his KWPN bloodlines so solid, I’m glad we didn’t! Now Parcival was bred and born in Holland (I have since connected with his breeder as well as the owner of his sire Lancelot, who stands in Ireland), but he was purchased as a colt by Spanish trainer Carlos Torrell, so we were going to Barcelona to see this horse. I remember riding in a clinic with Heike Kemmer sometime later, and she really liked him and asked where I got him. When I told her Spain, she this skeptical look and said “What were you doing looking at horses in Spain?” Well, it is not typically where you go to find Dutch horses, is it? where he was stabled was too wet. But Carlos said one of his clients had just built a new facility with a nice indoor, so they loaded Parcival into a Brenderup hooked up to a BMW SUV and hauled 20 minutes up and down hills and curves and we pulled into this lovely barn built into a hillside. There were fields full of horses running around , and it was late and getting dark. They unloaded this freshly body-clipped stallion onto the asphalt lot and tied him to the back wall of this huge building and it was blowing and horses were running, and a pallet of shavings covered in plastic was snapping right behind us and a guy was going back and forth on a forklift. And Parcival was looking around a little, but being perfectly quiet. I thought “Wow, Scooby (my Hanoverian I had been showing at the time) would be in France by now.” And that is the kind of horse Parcival is. He has tons of spark and personality, but he is the steadiest, most reliable horse I’ve ever owned. I know exactly what I will have whether I’m at home or a clinic or a show. When I got to Barcelona I saw Parcival in his stall and fell in love right there. I remember saying, “I hope I like riding you, because you’re coming home with me.” How did you decide he was the right horse for you? Percival was beautiful, but more than that he was super sweet and steady. The first day I saw him in Barcelona it was rainy and windy and cold. It was in December. And the arena 5