Yes, I know. At 26 years of age, I was on a consulting engagement in Houston. We went to Gilley's one night. I decided to ride the mechanical bull there. A girl ahead of me told the guy operating the bull to put it on level 7. She rode, it looked easy, so when it was my turn, I said, put it on level 8.
Talk about a wild ride. He threw me straight up out of the gun, I landed my jewels on the grip, the pain, youza, but I held on for dear life. He tried hard to throw me. My associates when I sat down were rolling on the floor laughing, in total disbelief that I did that. But hey, the immortality of youth.
40 years later, one of my associates that became a very good friend, he was still retelling that night's events to his grandsons when I paid a visit. They laughed heartily at the story 40 years later.
