I'm always asked, "How did you know it was time to retire?" I always say, "You just know." After 13 years of riding races, in the fall of 2000, I knew. I just knew. With Far Hills in the books and the Colonial Cup looming, here's something I wrote about my final days as a jockey. It's part of a book I was writing, but stopped writing. If you like it, there is more. If you don't, forget I posted it.
Jonathan Kiser was gone and I was going. But I was fighting it. After breaking my ankle in July, I started to think maybe I should ride one more year, you know, one solid steady fun year to end my career. Go out on a good note. When I came back in the fall, I rode two winners – a feature on Atomistic and the Maryland Million on Shamrock Isle – from my first four rides. The thoughts of returning for one more season were starting to come alive in my head, just pick and choose, you’re getting good rides, you can control the danger. Change is tough, I started to waver about making a change.