Pusher

We have been indulgin lately in carrying 470# cradle yolks up hill, and fliipping 850# tires.  .  We should try pushing my Tacoma this saturday with the parking break set half way.

Strongmen comps are for really tuff dudes.  Throwing is much more fun.

Myles this happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.

This out of state Piper was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by.

It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door;

only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running so he started playing his bagpipes real loud. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to play all the harder and louder playing for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the bayou and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again!

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared  near death, had all he could take stopped playing and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering and pipes soaking wet, ordered two shots of scotch whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience.

A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and not just some drunk piper).About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that wuz killin that cat in our car when we wuz pushin it doin our GPP in the rain. And look beaux he still got that cat wit him"

I dated a girl back in college and we were going to visit some of her friends one day when her car ran out of gas...  I ended up having to push the car about four miles to a gas station...  

I broke up with that girl...  But I liked the workout that I got pushing the car around...  So, I made sure that my next girlfriend had an even bigger car.

BillB wrote: I agree about the strongman comment.I bowed out for 2 years.I used to be a hodcarrier and then delivered drywall.I coudn't quite rest between the heavy labor and rigorous training.I tried the Games because I thought it would be much easier.Man was I wrong!I have little problems with the weights,but the technique gives me fits sometimes.I gained a whole new respect quickly.And the athletes are better bunch to compete against.Besides,I'm of Scots/Irish decent.

ALL HAIL YE MIGHTY Scots/Irish decent.......