Jet Pilot had kept a year-old date with the Kentucky Derby.
Just one year ago, on Derby Day, he ran the first race of his career, and romped home nine lengths ahead. But only a few saw him do it. It was the first race of the day, run off at high noon, a time when most Derby fans are still at breakfast (annoying waitresses by calling them "honeychile" in phony Southern accents), being accosted by the "three-card monte" players near the stables, or having their first mint julep of the day at the Churchill Downs bar.
Even Jet Pilot's owner, Cosmetiqueen Elizabeth...
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