What do you do on a near 80 degree day in February when you only have an hour and your fur beast still has his full winter coat?
You do liberty work with the mounting block, and then you randomly decide to climb on him, without bothering to put on reins or bareback pad or anything (yes, I had a helmet).
And the horse has a moment where he tries to process that you skipped reins, and then you ride around in a wonky circle, change direction and circle the other way. Walk, halt, walk, halt. And then dissolve in delighted pattings and scratchings because you just rode a horse without reins who you were once told you couldn’t control with a rubber jointed bit.