Solario | |
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Sire | Gainsborough |
Grandsire | Bayardo |
Dam | Sun Worship |
Damsire | Sundridge |
Sex | Stallion |
Foaled | 1922 |
Country | Ireland |
Colour | Bay |
Breeder | 4th Earl of Dunraven |
Owner | Sir John Rutherford |
Trainer | Reginald Day |
Record | 12: 6-1-2 |
Earnings | £20,935 |
Major wins | |
Exeter Stakes (1924) St. Leger Stakes (1925) |
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Awards | |
Leading sire in Great Britain & Ireland (1937) Leading broodmare sire in Britain & Ireland (1943, 1949 & 1950) |
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Honours | |
Solario Stakes at Sandown Park Racecourse LNER Class A1 locomotive no. 4473 |
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Horse (Equus ferus caballus) |
Solario (1922-1945) was a successful British Thoroughbred racehorse and influential sire.
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Bred in Ireland by the 4th Earl of Dunraven, he was by the 1918 English Triple Crown champion, Gainsborough. His dam Sun Worship, was a daughter of the outstanding sire Sundridge who was the Leading sire in Great Britain & Ireland in 1911.[1]
Solario was sold as a yearling for the huge sum of 47,000 guineas to a British syndicate.[2] Sir John Rutherford employed Reginald Day to condition the colt for racing.
At age two, Solario won the 1924 Exeter Stakes and was second in the Middle Park Stakes. As a three-year-old, he finished fourth in the first two British Classic Races then won the third, the St. Leger Stakes. At Ascot Racecorse he won the 1925 Ascot Derby. At age four, Solario ran away from the field while winning the 1926 Coronation Cup by fifteen lengths then won the Ascot Gold Cup.
Solario commenced stud duties at Newmarket at a fee of 500 guineas a mare.[2] In 1932 he was sold following the death of his owner, Sir John Rutherford. In his will, Rutherford left two pictures of Solario and the Coronation Cup he won to the Blackburn Museum and Art Gallery. Solario was sent to stand at Terrace House Stud (now Tattersalls' Park Paddocks in Newmarket, Suffolk). In 1937, he was the Leading sire in Great Britain & Ireland when his son Mid-day Sun won the Epsom Derby and his daughter Exhibitionnist won the 1,000 Guineas Stakes and Epsom Oaks. Solario sired his second Epsom Derby winner when another son, Straight Deal, won the 1943 running.
Solario died at the age of twenty-three in 1945 having sired the winners of £270,000 in stakes.[2] He is buried at Tattersalls' Park Paddocks in Newmarket.
Solario was the Leading broodmare sire in Great Britain & Ireland in 1943, 1949 and 1950. Through his daughters, he was the damsire of:
In 1925 the London and North Eastern Railway (LNER) began a tradition of naming locomotives after winning racehorses;[3][4] LNER Class A1 locomotive no. 4473 (later no. 104, BR no. 60104) was named Solario after this horse, and remained in service until December 1959.[5]
Terrorize, frozen eyes
Stare deep in me
Paralyzed, inside
Death breeds on your pain
Pretty lace lie in hate
You wear my scars
Terrified, you find
That you push me too far
Your repulsiveness reminds me
Of dead flesh
Rotting corpse
The smell of your putrid fucking soul
Petrified that I decide
The moment of your death
Belongs to me, the taste is sweet
It's so unreal
Your God weeps, it bleeds
It begs for me
God is letting you recover
Welcome to my black serenade
The entrance to my hell, your pain
Scream your song, the black serenade
Live in fear, a mind insane
Voice inside my head
Your face still shows itself to me
Telling me you're dead
Staring at your lifeless body
I saw you fucking die
My mind's tearing itself apart
Screaming from the inside
Release this pain from my fucking heart
Destroy the empty shell
Smash away the haunting fear
I hate your endless stare
Watching as I fuck your corpse
Welcome to my black serenade
The entrance to my hell, your pain
Walk on through a tortured mind
You'll scream your song in time
Welcome to my black serenade
The entrance to my hell, your pain
Flesh is burnt, the black serenade
Live in fear, no coming back
Welcome to my black serenade
The entrance to my hell, your pain
Walk on through a tortured mind
You'll scream your song in time
Welcome to my black serenade
The entrance to my hell, your pain
Flesh is burnt, the black serenade