On the outskirts of Atlantic City, there is a simple horse track surrounded by a wooden fence, with workers chopping wood in the distance.
Inside the track, two purebred horses raced like the wind, but after two laps, their speed slowed, and Donnie and Coolidge dismounted from their steeds.
After all, Coolidge was already fifty years old, and he was panting heavily after dismounting, but he spoke excitedly, "It's been a long time since I've felt this exhilarated!"
Donnie handed the riding crop and reins to the horse trainer who had just arrived, laughed, and said to Coolidge, "Then stay in Atlantic City for a longer time, so you can come here to play often!"
Coolidge nodded and replied with a smile, "Even if you hadn't mentioned it, Donnie, I was thinking the same thing. After all, with Harding and the other Cabinet members in Washington, I don't really have anything to do."
