Standing on the sideboards of a corral, looking down at death. Two thousand pounds of fury sits just six feet away. With what some call nerves of steel and others call insanity, a cowboy straddles a bull that they say can't be broken. Earning a name like Loco Rios or the Widow Maker, the bull snorts as the cowboy tightens up the leather strap into his glove. Taking a second look at the man holding the gate, the hand is lifted and the dust begins to fly. All of his senses ask why the hell he is here, while his heart races and his sense of adventure, says that his body is just along for the ride.