Horseback Riding

I'm riding Whiffie, the horse I had as a child, through a parking lot. I see a hispanic man sweeping. I tease him, saying "is that my new broom you're using?" He looks confused and says no. I tell him my new broom is yellow and wide and ask him what his broom looks like. He says it's not my broom and holds his up saying this one is.....and then he sees it's yellow and wide. He is not getting at all that I'm teasing with him. I laugh and say, "but it's not my broom. That one is old." Then I quickly ride away, eager to escape the awkward situation.

I ride into a corner area which I have to jump over some people to get to. I dismount and two men standing there tell me how one of them owns a track for practicing hunt racing. Judging by the jump I just did with the horse, they think I'd like come use it. Whiffie, meanwhile, is pushing me around with his head and, at one point, back his hindquarters into me. I'm nervous being pinned behind him, certain he'll kick. The men talking to me is a distraction that is making me nervous because I can't concentrate on what the horse is doing. I think about the irony of how they think I'm such a skilled rider while, at that very moment, I'm thinking how nervous I actually feel around this horse.

Later....

A car with explosives that need to be disarmed. A porch filled with quaint characters. Sitting with them, then leaving to get back to the car.