Well, as I mentioned, I ran from the bulls. Why did I do it? For several reasons. First of all, I was young -- twenty years old -- and had a bit of a reputation as the guy who would take any risk. At twenty, it can be hard to face the guys you work in a dangerous job with, and say, "No, thanks, that's too dangerous for me."

Secondly, there's that Mark Twain quote that someone here has in their signature line -- something about how, in twenty years, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do.

And third -- why not? You only live once. Might as well have some stories to tell from the living of it. Here was a story I was going to be able to tell back home, to people who'd never even thought of doing it themselves.

So, do I have sympathy for the guy who got bulldozed? Yes. Do I admit he got himself into it, and knew the risks when he did? Yes. But man... what a story this guy's going to have to tell. And unlike me, he's got photographic evidence, seen by the whole world!