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Lane Frost (October 12, 1963 - July 30, 1989)

Lane's headstone

This page is dedicated in memory of Lane Frost. Arguably the best bullrider that ever graced this earth and even in death, probably the sole most prominent promoter of Bullriding, Rodeo and the Cowboy way of life. Lane was everyone's friend. It didn't matter where you came from, who you were or what you did for a livin. Lane looked at you as a person. No more, no less. Lane felt everyone was entitled to an equal amount of his time and no one ever felt left out or excluded when he was around. He had a way of making you feel like you'd known him your whole life. Lane competed for the love of the sport and the thrill of the ride. May we find solace in the fact that he died doing what he loved. I don't think Lane would have had it any other way, and there is no doubt in my mind he wouldn't have changed a thing. He knew the risk he took everytime he noded his head, same as every other bullrider on the circuit then and now knows the same is true for them. Even when you make a perfect ride with the perfect dissmount, we found out that day in Cheyenne, Wyoming, that the danger is always there until your back behind the chutes.



Cowboy Is His Name
There's a hundred years of history
and a hundred before that.
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin on beneath his hat.
The cold flame burns within him
'Til his skin's as cold as ice
and the dues he payed to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.
All the miles spent sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain.
All the "if I's" and "nearly's"
All the bandages and pain.
All the female tears left dryin'
All the fever and the fight,
are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.
It's guts and love and glory,
One mortals chance at fame.
His legacy is rodeo
and Cowboy is his name.
~Baxter Black


Lane Frost was killed on July, 30th, 1989 on the last day of Cheyenne Frontier Days in Cheyenne, Wyoming when the bull he was riding, "Takin care of business", broke his ribs, one of which was pushed up and severed a main artery as best guess is. No autopsy was ever done on Lane. Lane made a picture perfect text book ride and dissmounted exactly the way he liked to. Off the left, close to the rear. Unfortunatly, the bull was already turning back around for him when Lane hit the ground and with the wet and muddy arena Lane's boots slipped and he couldn't get out of the way. The entire attack on Lane lasted almost the length of the ride, an estimated 7 seconds, when it was over, Lane got up and stumbled towards the chutes motioning for would not get there in time. Lane's heart stopped before anyone could even get from the chutes to him. The bullfighters tried everything in their power to help Lane, but to no avail. The bull was hell bent for leather on Lane and no one could have prevented the outcome.

Chute #9 cracked open at 3:30pm with Lane's famous "Ok boys!, Ok boys!"...Lane made a successful, picture perfect ride and scored 85 points. Good enough to place third in the event. Unfortunatley Lane would never find out his score, and that was one check Lane would never get the chance to cash. The gate cracked at 3:30pm...3:59pm Lane is pronounced dead at the hospital. The greatest bullrider and friend anyone could ever have...dead at 25.

Tuff ridin for Lane 1989 NFR

At the 1989 National Finals Rodeo, Lane's friend Tuff won the world championship and as seen here, rode for 16 seconds. 8 seconds for his ride, and then he rode an additional 8 seconds in memory of Lane.

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