Went to an event last night, and I’ve woken up this morning with my thighs killing me. There was this bucking bull thing there you see and I am ferociously competitive, always have been, it’s often my downfall.
Anyway once I learned it was a competition, that was it. Unlike most people I asked what it was being judged on – ‘style, how long you stay on, and the level you ride’. So unlike most double hand rope holders, I gripped with my right and left the left up in the air as a counter-balance.
What a bonanza, needless to say, there I was after a couple of goes, on the top level, riding away. Whilst other people seemed to be enjoying themselves on it, I had stoney face and grunted so not to fall off. At the end of the evening, I was presented with the bottle of JD as the prize. In triumph talking to a few well-wishers, holding the bottle, my grip (now red raw due to the one hand technique, and shaking due to the strain) failed me and the JD was smashed – from victory to defeat in such a short time.
