You see them on stage. Shredded to the bone. Vascular as a road map. Eighty-five kilos of striated muscle that looks like it was carved by a Renaissance sculptor with a grudge. They look immortal. They look like they have solved the human condition. Then you see them ten years later. Shoulders still round. Traps…
You have seen this man. You have watched him from across the showroom floor. He stands with his arms crossed, feet planted wide, chin slightly elevated. He is lecturing the sales agent about axle ratios, block heater ratings, and the “real” towing capacity of a diesel pickup versus some electric toy he read about online.…