I admire bull riders for their passion and the uniqueness each one of them has.

I can remember sittin in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.

When you get a little older, you think, I'd like to make a little money and stick it away or buy a place - or win the world championship.

My best year I made $25,000. Of course, that was back in the '70s.

My partner and I won the race, and I threw my hat into the air and bent to pick it up. Everyone started laughin' because I had split the back end of my pants out, and I wasn't wearing shorts.

Sleepin' in the truck wasn't so bad. Shoot, I kind of liked that, myself.

I'm healed up and I feel great. After going through the fire, it's great to be out performing again.