Ride a bucking bull.

“9 a.m. came fast. One rider after another went hurtling out of the chutes. Then it was my turn. It all happened in a flash. My bull, like the majority of them, was agitated in the bucking chute, and when I lowered myself on his back, he painfully smashed my leg against the metal wall. I bucked up (pun intended) and shook it off. Someone had already attached his flank strap, which causes the bull to buck, and as I got situated, Cody pulled my bull rope tight. I rubbed rosin on the rope to warm it up and make it sticky for maximum grip. I positioned my hand in the leather handle of the bull rope, wrapped my hand with the tail end of the rope, which is designed and ready to release completely as soon as I let go. Finally, with the help of Cody, I positioned myself to home base, took a deep breath and gave a nod. The bucking-chute door flew open and we were off, my bull bucking immediately. I tried to keep my sight down between the bull’s shoulders, but that’s about all I remember. It went that quickly before I was bucked off. As I hit the dirt, I urgently crawled/ran to the safest exit while the bullfighters distracted the bull, directing him back to the chutes. I did it. I did it!”