Rode a bull once. Might be the wildest legal thing I've signed up for. Couldn't imagine just sitting in the arena, waiting for the bull to choose who to go after first. Tip of the hat to you. Almost drove up to the rodeo a couple of Saturdays ago when my wife had the kids and I had a free night.
Drank a Corona without a lime. Almost as crazy as ripping tags off of a mattress but the jury is still out if that is actually legal or not.
I was a bull sitter in high school/late teens up until I joined the navy. Put the kibosh on that hobby. I wasn't at all good at it, very much the wrong build at 6'2" and 135#. My father figure uncle was a pretty good bull rider on the local circuit in Louisiana in the early 70s...I wanted so much to be just like him. Miss that SOB... High point of my career was making the buzzer on a bull that had once bucked off Larry Mahan when he was a much younger bull. As for bull poker, there's absolutely no skill involved in it. It is fascinating, though. Most of the folks here have experienced the impact of going suddenly stationary after moving very fast... it is somehow very different when you go from stationary to moving very fast. I've never had that hard of an impact before or since.
Mine would probably be flying a 1970s Cessna 172 into a level 5 thunderstorm off Savannah Ga at 1 am and went failed pitot static system and failed cabin lights a week after getting my instrument rating 20 years ago.
Me 17, mom's friend 45, her kitchen. Sure wish I could do that again. That woman was an animal. I'm sure it was legal then, judge be like, "high five!" Pretty sure they were correct.
Stupidest would be going sky diving. I'm afraid of heights and figured it might cure that. Went through the classes in order to do a solo jump (without some dude strapped to my back). I jumped out and SPLAT, hit the ground and died! Nah, jumped out and luckily I had taken a giant dump that morning and peed before getting into the plane because everything would have been shooting out of my dick and poo hole. Never do that again.
Ohhh...just thought of a real one....Left San Diego, drove south, parked in the parking area at the border, walked across and bypassed the cabs and walked to Revolution Avenue. Somehow missed Revolution Avenue and ended up quite a few blocks past. Got a lot of real interesting looks. Wife had diamonds and jewelry on and carrying a nice purse. Realized we went too far when shit was looking really seedy and we made our way back to Revolution without thinking much of it. Told one of the shopkeepers where we were and he said 'And you're here to talk about it? You crazy gringo...even I don't go there'.
Invited my wife's recently divorced lady friend that was bi-curious over for a pool party and a lot of shots. Fun night