The drive home
It was the drive back from a horse show finals in Virginia. The stall-cleaning wheelbarrow — the thing we needed at every stop — wouldn't fit anywhere. Not in the trailer, already full of horses, hay, and buckets. Not in the truck bed without wedging it sideways. So it rode where everyone's rides: tied on top. Somewhere on that highway, Larisa and Ryan said it out loud: why don't we make one that collapses to fit the tack area of the trailer?






