I've seen only one Santa Cruz in the wild. It was on a 1700 mile round trip to North Topsail Beach, North Carolina, and I honked like a fool...much to my wife's displeasure. I just said "you don't get it." They should be nicknamed SR for super rare. LOL
The first pic was the day I brought her home on March 28th, 2022. The second was after we arrived at the beach house writing retreat on April 28th. It was a great road trip and she was a dream to drive through the West Virginia mountains.
BTW: her name is Rocc (short for Roccotári), named after a telepathic, white, elven steed "NOT A HORSE!" from my most recent book. She insists she isn't a horse through the entire novel...and at the end they find out she's right. SC isn't a truck, but also isn't a car. It's unique, fast, powerful, and gorgeous.
Story excerpts about Rocc:
#1
Careful, Rocc called out as she approached the warm glow from where she’d been quenching her thirst at the trough.
We wouldn’t want a repeat of what you did the last time you stood too near a large fire. Unless she was speaking to just one person, Rocc always made sure everyone could hear her in their head.
“What happened last time?” Aderri asked.
The steed moved into the firelight, and the flames painted shadows across her dappled silver coat.
It was the dead of winter and Prince Chaveet had hired us—
“Me. He hired me because you’re a horse.”
Rocc continued as if she hadn’t just been interrupted.
Hired us to take a small chest from his palace in Obita to a fortress in the middle of nowhere.
#2
Ellys turned her attention to Aderri. “Sorry about the honey. My temper nearly overtook me for a candle drop back there, and I struggled to find a solution that would allow me to keep the balance.”
“I for one thought it was brilliant, and I’ll gladly pay for two jars when we restock supplies on the way out of Pata.” Aderri wandered closer to Rocc as well. “I’m sorry you had to put up with such unwanted attentions. Is there anything I can do?”
There is nothing that needs done, truly. Though I cherish you for asking. Thank you, cara. Rocc paused for a candle drop then addressed them both.
Can you believe that elf-trash called me a beautiful example of horse flesh? That makes me so angry I could go back and kick him again. She gave a little stomp, mid-plod, and snorted.
I am not a horse.
Aderri reached out and stroked her neck. “Of course you’re not, darling. You are a beautiful lady, and shame on anyone for not seeing it.”
Ellys smiled at the interaction but kept her thoughts and her words to herself. Instead, she worked to dissipate the rage she felt for her best friend’s mistreatment. Vengeance was not allowed when you followed Toroc’s path.