Dis gonna be fuuun....

The guys got back. Everything went fine. There's an $8 cover charge and they charge ya $5 every time you get on the bull. After listening to them describe how it's run and the caliber of riders and how cool the bull operator seems to be, it's got me feeling the same way that JLo RS cover did all those years ago...what's it been...less than 3? Anyhow...I can do this. I'm GOING to do this.
'This' doesn't just mean ride the bull. Oh nooo. I'm not only gonna ride the bull, I'm gonna do it right-the way I was taught-and I'm gonna do it weighing one HELL of a lot less than I do now.
If I really get where I wanna be, there IS a 'bikini-top' bullriding contest where the prize is a Harley. But, that mostly just annoys me. I'm gonna be doing this to ride the bull, not have my tits flapping around. They gonna run a contest for guys where they hafta wear a G-string? I doubt it. Then, get friggin' serious, okay? I'd like to believe ya win the Harley for skill as a bullrider, not a pseudo-stripper...altho I was offered several jobs along that line when I WAS in those 29's...hmmmm....

Several minutes later...

Now...where was I? Oh yeah...this bullriding stuff is gonna be about as easy as the karaoke is for me. I won't be the worst by a loooong shot and, if I put my mind to it, I can kick ass. Cool.
I've already got a hell of a head start, if I wanna do it, too. These people do it WRONG. Every one of 'em as much as cheats when they ride and the operator TELLS THEM TO DO IT. He has people hook their bootheels on the front of the bull.
THAT IS WRONG.
I'll be doing it the way I was taught. Feet DOWN, under ya, thighs gripping, til ya get into a spin. Then, you spur with your 'outside' foot/leg. In other words, if you're spinning to the left, you spur on the right and vice versa. How the hell can you spur the thing if ya have yer feet hooked by the heel to the front of it? That's akin to sliding your feet into the rope on a real bull or a bareback bronc.
That ain't how it's done.
Spurring adds to your score in Real Life...It ought to on these things too. It used to.
Hell, hookin' my feet like that I could ride it maxed out for more than 8 seconds right now, I'll betcha.
What crap.

I'll stay true to what I was taught by Johnny Graham and Shorty (Steven) Long, two bullriders from back in my rodeo days...which strangely enough ended less than 2 years before Eric's started AT THE SAME RODEO.
We've also been to the same bars and lots of the same other places (same other?...weird), just not at the same time. The Silver Saddle Saloon, The Lakeview Inn...all kindsa places, but mostly Cowtown. Yeah, the same Cowtown Andy Harris was related to. Back in Joisey.

Anyhoot...I'm totally jacked about this, now. I can't wait for the sun to come up so I can get outside and start doing all kindsa strenuous shit to get this ass offa me and get my (old fart) body ready for this shit.
This is just what I need...a real, reachable goal. I already know I can do this...I have the skill to ride this bull. Really well, too. How well I do, how far I get depends on nothing but me. How bad do I want it?

How bad?
Watch me.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:42 AM

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