
When they started a family, she stopped racing and focussed on breeding instead. The couple rented an historic old house on 10 acres in North Saanich and began training, stabling and racing thoroughbred horses at White House Stables. “When that happens, you can’t let them go - it’s a passion and an addiction.” The trouble with horses, she says, smiling, is that they get under your skin. She promised herself she’d take a six-month break from horses when she arrived, but within three days of stepping off the plane she was riding again, exercising horses for clients, and later, training them. Nicky trained and raced horses in Britain before moving to Vancouver Island at the age of 22 with Norman. “It gives the people involved the chance to dream, and there aren’t a lot of dreams in life that are like that.” “Racing is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done,” she admits. Not all members are knowledgeable about horses and racing, so Nicky is taking it upon herself to educate them about the terminology in weekly emails, where she introduces them to the horses, the art of racing and the many resources on the internet. Membership comes at $250 per year and for that, says Nicky, “you get to say you own part of a horse, you get an owner’s license, you get to go in the back stretch of the race track and into the winner’s circle if your horse wins!” The club has three horses which will race between May and October at the Hastings Racing Track, located at the PNE grounds in Vancouver. The British-born breeder of thoroughbred horses in North Saanich was one of many who enjoyed the magic and excitement of racing horses, and the closure of the track signalled the sharp decline of the sport she loved.ĭetermined to revive horse racing on Vancouver Island, Nicky and her spouse, Norman, recently created the Sandown Racing Club, which allows members to own part of a racehorse. When Sidney’s Sandown horse racing track closed down in 1992, Nicky Wylie felt the loss acutely. Still, things are just more interesting when Kramer is around.– Story by Lauren Kramer Photography by Don Denton Few would do more for their friends than the ever-loyal Kramer, but on the other hand few are more likely to get their friends enmeshed in some ill-fated scheme.

In fact his jealous friend George once said people should pay $2,000 for the right to live like Kramer for a week, like at a fantasy camp: “Do nothing, fall ass-backwards into money, mooch food off your neighbor and have sex without dating. But given that it’s typically worked out for him so far, he’s unlikely to change. Kramer does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it. That might be because he has what the Latvians call “kavorka,” or “the lure of the animal.” Or because he boasts, in his own words, “the body of a taut, preteen Swedish boy.”Ĭhallenge. While his vintage wardrobe and piled-high hair lead some to call him a “hipster doofus,” he rarely lacks female companionship. smoking cigars, gambling, and making a big entrance. Like his coffee table book on coffee tables that he managed to sell to a legitimate publisher, or the $18,000 he won betting on a single horse race, or creating a cologne that smells like the beach to lead to a modeling job for Calvin Klein. This might be because of a shadowy inheritance, or because some of his harebrained get-rich-quick schemes actually pay off.

ha! Kramer almost never has a real job, yet mysteriously he doesn’t seem to lack for money. Everything’s better at Jerry’s apartment, from the food to the stereo to the sports equipment. in a Manhattan apartment across the hall from his good friend Jerry Seinfeld, though he probably spends more time in Jerry’s place than his own. At this point, nobody even knows his first name. every night, he never finished high school and he ran away at age 17.

Here’s what we can tell you: Kramer has long been estranged from his mother “Babs” Kramer, we don’t know anything about his father, he grew up in a strict household where he had to be in bed at 9 p.m.
