I’m talking with this kinda light skinned mixed race with hauntingly shaded white-blue eyed 50 year old bodybuilder about the tire.
“It’s not as hard as it seems. I could teach just about every male here how to do it. The effort done right is equivalent to a speed deadlift, 60-65%, for a triple. You know continentals, strongman?”
“Yeah”
“Done wrong or heavy enough, it’s like a pseudo continental.”
I tried to talk him into flipping it. Described the steps in a theatrical manner. Sadly he wasn’t game.
It did give me a laugh his opening with “You ever do that fresh, at the start?”
“No, I like using it as a finisher. It’d be too easy then. The tires not big enough. My high school had a bigger one.”
And he was yet another person to think I’m a Midwesterner.
“Well you do have those big tractors in the Midwest.”
“I’m not from the Midwest.”
A chick recently guessed I was from Minnesota.
Iowa has been a popular choice for “guess my back home”.
I guess I just seem country boy.
Easily flipping that tire must just be part of that image.
Whadda ya think about that?
-J