In the beginning of every freezing Jan, Madison Rectangle Garden keeps its three-day yearly Professional Fluff Bikers event: a trip which in popular mechanical bull riding monsters and their riders from around the world to contend, web hosting titles like baby-faced 19-year-old champ Jess Lockwood, São Paulo local Marco Eguchi, and the man with the most interesting last name of all, He Dirteater. This past end of the week, MSG again became unrecognizable. Ground signatures like the refined Zamboni and a bright golf ball court were changed with a dirt-covered ground and the lovely fragrance of fertilizer. New You are able to accessories were changed by The southern part of twangs and Brazil trills. Covers were no longer football hats but rather earthy-hued European boys hats. Not a team outfits was in vision. The group, viewing optimistic riders attempt to hold onto the knocking bull for at least eight a few moments, ebbed in plaids and denims. Lilliputian lovers equipped with autograph guides, dapper in collared tops and pint-size shearling overcoats, were mini-me editions of their dads. Sometimes, these little people showed up as if they would tip over: Their western hats generally remained adult-size.
And what of the center of attention, the bull riders themselves? Their garb waved between traditional and fancy. True red Wrangler denims were the trousers of the day, and they were most often sandblasted with white sewing, decorated with fat buckle circles, and christened with extra lengthy cuffs to fit over the start. Splitting audience from driver were outfits soaked with vendors. Manufacturers were, well, branded: The Beast Energy logo was popular, blazed onto a rider’s fleshlight sleeves, stitched on collars for dogs, and imprinted on outfits supports in its trademark atomic green. Areas provided a professional sprinkle on black set vests: little highlighter beacons on the world ground offering titles like Ariat and Lower price Wheel. The most stand apart piece of outfits was the set chaps. Large and in charge, with special Elvis-esque flames (and flair), protected in talisman-like passes across and name, their foot-long edge from waistline to cuff pulled back and forth whenever the bull bucked. But not every single part of a bull rider’s consistent needs sparkly embellishment: A fresh bag of ice for the rope-holding hand certainly seemed to go far.