“Mom, what’s that guy doing on the upside down yak?”
That’s what my son asked me one day as we were driving past the huge bronze statue of Lane Frost that stands at the world famous Frontier Park, here in Cheyenne. Something we see everyday.
That was about the time I decided it would be okay for him to watch the movie “8 Seconds“…and then he would know what that guy on the upside down yak was doing.
And every time I drive past there….I smile.
As most people know, we are not really a “cowboy” family… not in the sense of horses and cattle and yaks. Our grandparents and parents were. But not us. We’re city folk. Small city folk.
However once a year, my son decks himself out in his cowboy gear, all of which was given to him, including the pile of belt buckles I inherited from my Godfather, and we hit the town. He is of course over all of the clothes 15 minutes into it and has to suffer for the next six hours, by which time he is walking around barefoot and in his undershirt.
Of course I take a million pictures, because I know in a few years, my mohawk wearing son, probably won’t want to be wearing cowboy gear. A woman, who I think was missing a few teeth stopped me once and told me not to put those pictures on the ïnternets” because I wouldn’t be able to keep the girls away from him. Too late for that.
We went to CBR last night (championship bull riding, which is pretty much the same as PBR, professional bull riding) and for once I watched. I covered my eyes and kind of yelped every single time one of the riders would almost get trampled.
It was a fun show, and I’m glad we went, but it was nice to have my city-boy back this morning.
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Song: The Walk, Sawyer Brown (Haven’t heard it in a while… but still love it every time)