On a visit back to my home state of Kentucky my buddy took me to a new place that he said was the bee’s knees. It was called Saddle Ridge. Don’t go looking for it, it is not there anymore. But in its day it was the place to be. It was a college bar in a college town. They had darts, cheap beers, a dance floor and- probably the biggest draw- a mechanical bull. Now I could not be convinced to do this even after getting a few beers in me, but my buddy was not to be deterred. He put his money down and saddled up. While he did not make it the full six seconds after they cranked it up to the max, he performed admirably.