Said Jamaican guy also came up behind us when we were on the trail. First we were walking fairly calmly down the trail, alone in our thoughts, and then we were flying forward, hind end tucked up under front, head way up in the air and ears pinned back. It was kind of a "well, CRAP!" moment and I glanced back as we were flying forward to see what the hell had spooked her. There was this Jamaican guy with his red bike peddling madly along the trail, and he continued to come up behind us as Lucy is channeling her inner Lipizzaner:
I called out to him to stop (PLEASE!) while I got the horse under control, and I spun her around so that she could see him pass us. She was happy once she saw it was just a bike and not a horse eating monster with an odd hat. The guy works at the farm, as I later found out on our way home when we saw him again and stopped to chat, and his last thing to do each day is ride his bike down the trails and check on all the crops that are in fields interspersed around the property.
We also saw about 30 turkeys, all crossing the path together in a giant gobbling herd, and she had no issue with those at all, which I of course find hilarious.
But after that, she was actually really good.