Your boots are more than just stitched and sealed leather. Worn out laces and torn at zippers and snaps. You put them on one day, and that day they started the process of becoming yours. They gave you blisters and burns, but eventually they contoured and molded to how you are and where you go. They don’t follow, they go with you, literally every step. They’re there for every kicked or rolled pole, mount, dismount, course walk, polishing and re-polishing, stall nap, barn aisle strut, run to the arena gate, stop at the store before the barn. They collect dust and dirt from all your travels, and they are under where you stand now, representing where you have been since that very day you put them on. And now they are who you are today. The story of every rider, can be told from the dirt and wear on their boots.