I like watching the kids ride.
This sounds like a tall tale, it's not, I still have the scars!!!
It happened in the 1980s in a small village out in the sticks in the middle of the rainforests outside of Cancun, Mexico. with lots of tequila on board, and I mean lots. I got volunteered to ride a steer that had fake horns attached to it's head by my girlfriend. It was at this restaurant that the locals we were working with took us to.
The restaurant was outdoors and the seating was elevated around the perimeter of a bullfighting arena. Anyhow, they dressed me up like a bullfighter, cap and a blunt ended sword. Then they gave me the choice of fight it or ride it. I chose to ride it, what an f'ing mistake that was.
All I remember was flying through the air, then picking pieces of broken glass out of my arms and legs. That thing threw me a good 10'. I landed right in the middle of a table, scattering these people's dinner everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. I held on for three seconds, then my world came to a glass shattering halt.
When I caught my breath that was knocked out of me, all I could do was apologize to the people for wrecking their meal, crap, I felt bad.
They refused my offer to get them a replacement meal, and proceeded to buy me beers and shots the rest of the night, and for the next two weeks when we would run into them back in town. Every time we did a shot, they would all yell "El'Dan'O"
That's the one and only time that I've gotten anywhere near any type of live beef, it was completely insane.
Those guys that ride bulls for a living have HUGE brass balls, and yes, I enjoy watching them.
El'Dan'O
