OK, we're going to take a horse, see, and give him sleek edged wings.
So he can fly?
No. He's going to be so big and muscular, our horse, that he'll barely clear a low pedestal.
So --
But people won't notice that, see, because we're going to give his rider these weird non-arm arms.
I don't see how --
But to keep people from feeling bad for the rider we're going to add a really futuristic hairdo, all streamlined and what not.
But --
And we'll call the whole thing Speed.
Reneier, of New Jersey, died in 1966 in New York City having done little sculpture of note after this, apparently.