[pax_et_bonum]

Better?

;-)

[freepersup]

Oh yeah!

I rode one bull, or maybe I should say that I held onto one bull and got flung around like a rag doll... when I was a wee young lad of 18. I hit the bull with my free hand drawing a zero score. The equivalent of a disqualification. I did manage to hold on for the 8 seconds. The bull’s name was Mellow Yellow, a Charolais. Later in the day, I switched trousers for no particular reason, and discovered a bruise on the inside of my right thigh the size of a three pound coffee can’s bottom, implanted there by the bull’s hoof. The adrenaline during the ride must of blocked out any feeling of getting stomped while I held on for dear life. Two years later, I took up a much safer sport- skydiving! Blue skies, black death!