I’ll never forget my first ride on the mechanical bull. Gripping the saddle so hard it felt like my arm was pulling out of my socket. All I could see was a blur of faces circling me and the “master controller” sitting in the corner with an evil smirk as he watched me wrestle with the mechanical beast! I was sure the master had cranked up the adrenaline just for me….until I watched him ride the bull. It was like he was born with the West in his blood, gripping the belly of the bull with his feet and the saddle with just one hand!