In this case, the horse ran through traffic and crashed into a car and could've killed someone.

I've crashed my car three times.

That killed him with a lot of teams. I mean, he ran slow.

We didn't want an unsuspecting police officer to walk up to him in a traffic and get shot and killed. We tried the best that we could, but I guess we did not try hard enough.

McGee’s old touring car had once been green. It had also been painted black, but this had worn thin and you could see the original green coming through on the hood. The fenders were still black. The speedometer said 53,562 miles, but the motor was smooth. McGee drove as though he had a horse in front, saying ‘Giddap’ when he wanted to start and ‘Whoa’ when he was stopping. I was scared he would forget the horse wasn’t there sometime and try to stop by pulling back on the steering-wheel. He didn’t, though.

When money's tight and hard to get - and your horse is also ran, When all you have is a heap of debt a pint of plain is your only man