There was a padded cushion lying across the dog-cart's front bench that wasn't there before; a nice bulwark against the rough track ahead. As with the others, her head just barely poked up through the wooden roof. Her forehooves found the same controls beneath her -- tiller for steering, and pedals to control acceleration and braking. There were even two pairs of goggles lying on the bench, and she picked one up, strapping it to her head.