Rode Droopy three times last night – still yet to notch up eight seconds.   On the first ride Droopy stalled when the chute opened and I toppled over the top of him.  On the second he bucked straight for the fence and stopped, and I came off on the fence, and on the third he made a right turn, and I was thrown to his left.  At the end of the night I ended up with skin off my elbow and blood leaking onto my jeans, but I feel like I’m learning with each ride.  I don’t think I’ll ever get the stain out of my jeans; the blood has given them a rustic look.    The new game plan is to run a few miles every morning and ride bulls every night.   If all goes to plan I should be riding Spec (the big white Brahma) in the next week or so, and once I’ve lasted the eight seconds on him I’ll look at entering rodeos.  I’ve not touched alcohol for a month and feeling healthy.