I hate it. Every family vacation my dad signs us up for a trail ride. When the wrangler asks who knows how to ride, the others point at me. Last time I ended up with a nag named TKO. This horse would throw it's head back when you asked it to go. Nearly hit me in the face, and I realized that the name stood for technical knock out. After the first time, I whacked it across the face with the reins and made it spin a dozen times. It was OK after that.
