Maybe I should have. You've got to be bad assed to be a jockey. Excuse my French. Bond and Fletcher raced together in the same heat. Bond, of Mount Shasta, had a firm hold of her camel but Fletcher's veered left and right, at one point nearly nudging Bond.
Camels have a way of going whichever way they want.
Before the halfway point, Fletcher dangled off the left side and ultimately dropped onto the dirt. I just stayed put. I couldn't breathe. I didn't have a choice. It was bale or be underneath the camel's feet.