Apparently, idiot production in Spain is not affected by their hobbling economy. Young and old from all walks come to run with the bulls in an age old tradition. Sorry, Spanish friends, I'd rather do Nascar. At least the vehicle is designed to protect me when I roll it. A bull is designed to stick his horns through my intestines and carry them through the streets like sausages.
Volume is pitiful today. Yesterday's reversal was demoralizing. Enjoy today while it lasts.