I did once when I was in college. It was at this place called Mudbug’s outside of New Orleans. I was feeling daring (and drunk) that night. I stepped up, signed the waivers (that is a bad sign), and handed over my $3.
I watched as each of the five guys ahead of me got thrown one after another. Finally, it was my turn. I climbed on the bull, wrapped whatever that thing was around my hand, grabbed onto the grip, and held my other arm up in the air.
It started. At first it was just a turn but then the bucks came. My crotch hammered down on my hand on the grip over and over as the bull turned. I basically just paid someone so I could rack myself in the nuts as hard as I could. It spun and bucked and bucked and spun. I really hurt. My thighs felt like they were wishbones about to snap.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I made it the full eight seconds. I was the longest two years of my life.
I was able to walk normally again after just a few days.
Have you ever ridden one?