Chris Rose’s Last Ride: Defying terminal disease, he’s saddling up at wild Courir de Mardi Gras

I’ve never been much of the spectator kind. I’m not good at it. Game, sport, dance, performance, exhibition, competition — I don’t want to watch; I want to do. Observing makes me restless.

Not so out there, really. Remember Nike: Just do it?

I’m an unapologetic culture vulture in that regard. Academics call it Zelig syndrome, absorbing the look and mannerisms of those in close proximity. I’ve had mates call me childish on account of my untamed enthusiasms. But I think child-like comes closer to it — and I embrace that. Life can be a grand adventure for those who refuse to surrender their adolescent senses of wonder and want for new excitements…

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