Where is everyone #5

Found a little place called Green's that's a step back in time. We'll see if they know how to fix breakfast.

 

Those places are my favorite ambiance. Nothing makes me more comfortable than that besides a couch or a bed. Where are you ? West Texas ?

 

If they have Good corned beef hash on the menu I'll try to make a special trip. Looks good.

 

No corned beef hash. And the waitress sounds like George Burns. But there's nothing in here but old guys. Not a noisy child in sight.

 

Sounds like my kinda place. Hanging out with old guys is usually a good time.

Meanwhile we're waiting to get heavy...

 

Our cameras are hooked to the batteries directly, I think... they basically stay on unless you flip the battery disconnect switch...

That way when you park at night and ding bat 98 degree blindside Swifty takes a chunk out of your bumper the camera isn’t dead yet.

 

Mornin Minion... get to work!

 

(Commentary by Six)

When I was a teen, I started hitting the iron because I had a back injury from playing football. Just got started in the construction industry and I realized that I was not strong enough to do some jobs. So, I go to a gym with the goal of becoming as strong as I possibly can ever be. Scary place. Very scary. You know how women go to the restroom together? A gym is so scary that guys have to go with their friends.

So, you see this group of guys in the gym, all brand new, doing some sissified workout that they got from some workout guru/magazine/etc. "Do 3 sets 10 reps of this exercise." They do it, and stand in the mirror. You can read their thoughts, "How long will it take me to look like that guy in the magazine?" You mean that guy with plastic surgery, hair implants, teeth implants, steroids, skin grafts, liposuction, a dietitian and deep pocket sponsors?
They work out, go home and go to sleep...and awaken the next day that they look absolutely the same , but are so stiff and sore that they have to ask mom to help them wipe their arse. And the group gets smaller and smaller, until there is, like Duncan McCloud, only one.

This one guy goes back into the gym by himself, sees another group of new guys doing those sidewalk sissy workouts. And there's another group of strong guys who are yelling and screaming and slamming weights, scaring all the women in the freeweight area. And there's this one guy in the gym who's over twice as strong as the strongest loudmouth, working out by himself. The loudmouths steer clear of him.

If the saying is true that you are an average of your 5 closest friends, which do you want to train with?