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Friday, April 21, 2006

Brother Derek is not just Fyodor's sentimental pick to win the Kentucky Derby.

From Sports Illustrated: The One To Beat
By Tim Layden

Kentucky Derby dreams can change people. They can make wealthy owners squander millions on frail yearlings with good breeding, and they can make trainers believe that a slow horse will suddenly run fast or that a fast horse will run far. Derby dreams can go beyond hope. This year they are giving a 47-year-old man one more reason to keep on living.

On a July afternoon in 2004, trainer Dan Hendricks was in a motocross crash that left him paralyzed below the waist. Once vibrant, he lay in a San Diego hospital bed, numb and disconsolate.

"He was talking about the most desperate things you can imagine," says fellow trainer Dick Mandella, who visited him the day after the accident, "like wishing the wreck hadn't stopped hurting him halfway."

Twenty-one hard months have passed for Hendricks. He runs his stable of 23 thoroughbreds from a six-wheel, motorized all-terrain chair. "It's still hard to deal with," he says of his condition. He has been helped by his tireless staff, by the love of his three sons and by a powerful bay 3-year-old colt named Brother Derek, who might wear a blanket of roses on the first Saturday in May.

Last Saturday at Santa Anita Park, Brother Derek toyed with four opponents and won the Santa Anita Derby by 3 1/4 lengths, solidifying his status as the Kentucky Derby favorite. After the race Hendricks reached up from his wheelchair in the winner's circle and lovingly smacked the white splotch in the middle of Brother Derek's brown face. "He's been an inspiration to me," says the trainer. "He's been a big help in getting me out to work every day."

Hendricks raced motocross bikes as a teenager, quit at age 18 and then started again 24 years later because it was something he could do with his boys: Chris, 15, Matt, 13, and Greg, 10. He even began racing again, in veterans' events.

On the afternoon of his accident, at a motocross track an hour from home, Hendricks went off a jump, got sideways in the air and landed badly; his head slammed into the dirt. "I knew it was a bad sign that I didn't feel any pain in my legs," he says. "They told me in the hospital that I had a complete fracture of my T3 vertebra, which means no chance for recovery."
Hendricks underwent surgery to stabilize his spine and returned to work in six weeks. Assistant trainer Francisco Alvarado had helped keep the stable running, but the barn needed Hendricks's relentless, chops-busting spirit. "We missed his jokes," says Alvarado.

Hendricks sought something beyond the old routine, and he found it on a March morning in 2005, eight months after the accident. At the Barrett's auction of 2-year-old horses in Pomona, Calif., Hendricks and his longtime client Cecil Peacock, an oilman from Calgary, wanted Brother Derek, and Peacock paid $275,000 for the California-bred juvenile.

Hendricks's horse sense is in his genes. His father, Lee, and Lee's twin brother, Byron, were renowned horsemen. In the 1950s they had a barnstorming rodeo act that featured expertly trained dogs, mules and horses. At the climax of the act each twin stood on the backs of a team of horses -- Roman riding -- and then jumped over a car from opposite directions. Lee, 82, says he and his brother, who died in 1992, were once paid $10,000 for a show at Madison Square Garden and appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show. The Hendricks brothers called their act The Flying Twins. Later they helped break racehorses of bad habits and became known as The Horse Psychiatrists.

Two mornings before the Santa Anita Derby, Dan popped a tape into a VCR in his tack room and narrated as his dad and uncle performed their magic on an old TV show. "Incredible," he said. "My father is the best horseman I've ever known." At the end of his career Lee worked briefly as a thoroughbred trainer, and he introduced Dan to the racetrack. "He was always such a good kid," Lee says of Dan. "And now, what a great job he's doing with this horse."

Brother Derek went into the Santa Anita Derby with three consecutive victories and was sent off at 1-2 odds against Derby hopefuls A.P. Warrior and Point Determined and two other colts. The quartet had no chance against Hendricks's horse. Under jockey Alex Solis -- who suffered a broken back in a spill, with no spinal damage, 16 days after Hendricks's injury and missed seven months of riding -- Brother Derek bounded out of the starting gate and into the lead. When pressed briefly on the far turn by A.P. Warrior, Solis let the reins out, and Derek rolled away effortlessly. He ran his final three eighths of a mile in a brisk 36.79 seconds and his last furlong in 12.61 under a hand ride, suggesting little fatigue and no foreseeable problem with the Kentucky Derby's 1 1/4 miles.

There will be questions, of course. Brother Derek seems to like running on the lead, which could be problematic in what figures to be a 20-horse Derby field. "Even I'm not sure he has the right style for the Derby," says Hendricks. "But I know he's the best horse I've ever trained."

As Solis, 42, a three-time runner-up in the Kentucky Derby, talked about Brother Derek following Saturday's race, tears welled in his eyes. "This horse is so amazing," he said, "sometimes you get emotional." Peacock, meanwhile, who turned 79 on Sunday, is having his first Derby dream. "I used to joke about running in the Kentucky Derby," he says. Then there is Hendricks, who now works relentlessly on six wheels instead of two legs, remaking his life while tethered to a gifted colt. One morning at Santa Anita he fed Brother Derek carrots and then whisked his chair up a small ramp into his office.

"The only scary part," he said, flashing a crooked smile, "is that eventually this ride is going to end." Not before May 6, it won't. And maybe not after.

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