When I was young we used to punch each other in the chest as hard as possib le. Some punk wants a piece of me like "Tell you what, I hit you once and i f you can get up you win". One time, no fight. "DO NOT f*ck with that dude" . I have been in very few fights. Reasons include my moves. I could put Arn old Schwartzegger on his ass, once, until he figures out how I do it. Just realize when that happens there is a window of time when you are totally vu lnerable and all I have to do is drop my knee with my body weight on your n eck and you are dead.
Friend of mine has this motorcycle. It was in his garage which had swinging doors sand for the winter his car was in front, you can barely get in or o ut, his bike is not coming out. The car in the way, well we didn't need tha t. We got cars, motorcycles not so much. So we picked up the back of the ca r and moved it and he went riding. Came back, I got on it. I don't ride but I know how. He had a V twin Honda, 350. Separate carbs of course and had t he linkge where I could crank one but not the other. One cylinder is not wo rking.
I ran that down to a bad coil and of course had him get a set of points bec ause those things do not go open, they short out. So I got the thing fixed, started it and showed him both cylinders working, I didn't charge him for three reasons. He was a friend, he always shared with me and he was just a crazy like me.
He gets back from his ride around the block or whatever and he is white as as a sheet. Shaking. Sits down for a few minutes and regains his composure and says "I am selling the, I will kill myself on it".
I dunno, if I already did this sorry but it is a true story.
Jack and I did some contractor work, house remodeling. One job we did the u pstairs and that meant a new bathroom up there, all new wiring and walls, i nsulation, the whole nine yards. A couple time Jack or I carried two sheets or drywall that are tapped together but decided later to just do it togeth er. So two at a time it went up to the second floor.
Years later the guy calls back and wants us to do the downstairs. I guess w e can do that. Jack's job he makes the deal and the kids gut the place. Act ually doing that they lost a piece for a fireplace insert that cost us $800 . But that is not the point. Later we got the drywall for the downstairs an d get the boys to carry it in.
They were stripping the tape off the sides and bring one single sheet at a time. These young strapping young Men are sitting here and this guy twice t heir age and this guy twice their age grabs two of them still together, tak es them out the truck, up the porch steps and puts them with the rest.
Labor saving devices. Are they really such a good idea ?