I admit having this fear. My Grandfather rode
a Harley w/ leathers in the early 50's in southern WVa. He'd go around the
mines and drinking halls and espouse the "Eternal Hell Fire and Brimstone" to
these sinning miners. Me being a sensitive young boy wanted to be a
Minister like my Grandfather, who scared me w/ his rantings and ravings, but i
thought he was cool but started having these nightmares of falling....and not
just a small little fall, but from Heaven. You never fell so far
unless you fell from Heaven. Thank God, i never hit bottom.
1997.... a payback from Bruce Burnham to ride
Buster at the last Outlaw Trail. Knowing i have a fear of heights i took
the ride. There are some slick rock and other heights i just had to
'TRUST' Buster cause you could fall off that thing. And when i saw a horse
rear and slip my heart went to my foot. I did and i came back over
my fear of heights and i thank Bruce and Buster for showing me Heaven was
alright and i had nothing to fear.
