I remember stopping at the Fifth Wheel back in the early 90's while waiting on a load.
There was this J.B. Hunt driver that came in the restaurant. His jeans were all ripped up, near about every button was missing from his shirt except for the two that were in the wrong button holes. His belt was broke and the sole was missing from one of his boots. The other boot was pretty mangled up too.
Even though he was headed to the showers, one of the other hands couldn't resist asking him what happened. "What in tarnation done got-a-holt of you boy?"
The driver hung his head in shame: "Well, after I made my drop in Houston, I wanted to kill some time and do a bit of horseback riding. Never been on a horse before, and probably won't do it again!"
"As soon as I got on the saddle, that thing went to bucking! Up and down it went throwing me in every direction. Well, when I couldn't hold on no longer, my boot was still caught in the stirrup for about two or three minutes. Man, that thing done beat me half to death! Ripped my jeans, bounced me off the ground until I lost my shirt and it broke my belt. I thought for sure I was gonna die, and I probably would have if that lady at the Wal Mart hadn't come out and unplugged the danged thing!"