Post by WireNWood on May 22, 2004 19:54:47 GMT -5
I just realized today one of the things I like about BB. Tim's thread about his car started this chain of thought many days ago. (By the way guys...yes, I think too much. I always have. I have decided to accept that about myself.)
When I was 12 I was really into drag racing, like lots of boys. Those loud, flashy cars were the ultimate thrill to me. A little later it was stereo equipment. Then motorcycles, and cars again, racing bicycles, and this and that..... so on and so forth.
Now my day job is in custom motorcycle parts. Not just motorcycle parts, but upscale fancy-schmancy stuff. If Tony Harley broke his mirror and wants another one like the one he had - he doesn't come to us. A guy who has something that doesn't work, and just wants it to work again...is not our customer. Our customers are the kinda guy who spends $400 just for the shell to mount the headlight in...and he does it just because the $49 one isn't jealousy-provoking enough, neither is the $100 one, or the $200 one.
Shiny new cars don't impress me any more, niether do $40,000.00 motorcycles. Not for a long time. Fast computers, amazing whizbang gadgets... all make me yawn. I am no longer amazed by the things that money can buy. Joe Schmo has got a wonderful expensive gadget? So what? That doesn't say anything about Joe. That's just money. Plenty of that floating around.
It's kinda like an old joke I heard about a guy that has lived in Florida (or wherever you'd like the joke to be) for years. He gets up in the morning and throws open his window to find the sun shining, the temperature ideal, the birds chirping, and a gentle breeze bringing in them smell of the sea and the blossoming plants. His reaction? "Oh, crap. Another damn perfect day." It doesn't impress me anymore.
Hotdog #1 has a Corvette. Great, but Hotdog #2 has a Ferrari, and Hotdog #3 has some hand-built one-off thing with his name stamped in the engine block. It's just money.
...and that means darn little to me. I'm not a kid any more.
Body building isn't all about money. It is true there are plenty of ways to spend lots of money doing this, but it isn't about money. It's about dedication and taking command of yourself. When the show is over it doesn't matter one bit whether the winner leaves in a BMW or an '84 Chevy or a city bus. He is the winner.
...and Joe Richguy isn't gonna get there just by spending money. If he gets there he's gotta go the same way I would hafta go.
It seems to me that BB isn't about money, it is about what's down inside you. That is what matters to me these days - that 'down inside' stuff.
I'll shutup now.
When I was 12 I was really into drag racing, like lots of boys. Those loud, flashy cars were the ultimate thrill to me. A little later it was stereo equipment. Then motorcycles, and cars again, racing bicycles, and this and that..... so on and so forth.
Now my day job is in custom motorcycle parts. Not just motorcycle parts, but upscale fancy-schmancy stuff. If Tony Harley broke his mirror and wants another one like the one he had - he doesn't come to us. A guy who has something that doesn't work, and just wants it to work again...is not our customer. Our customers are the kinda guy who spends $400 just for the shell to mount the headlight in...and he does it just because the $49 one isn't jealousy-provoking enough, neither is the $100 one, or the $200 one.
Shiny new cars don't impress me any more, niether do $40,000.00 motorcycles. Not for a long time. Fast computers, amazing whizbang gadgets... all make me yawn. I am no longer amazed by the things that money can buy. Joe Schmo has got a wonderful expensive gadget? So what? That doesn't say anything about Joe. That's just money. Plenty of that floating around.
It's kinda like an old joke I heard about a guy that has lived in Florida (or wherever you'd like the joke to be) for years. He gets up in the morning and throws open his window to find the sun shining, the temperature ideal, the birds chirping, and a gentle breeze bringing in them smell of the sea and the blossoming plants. His reaction? "Oh, crap. Another damn perfect day." It doesn't impress me anymore.
Hotdog #1 has a Corvette. Great, but Hotdog #2 has a Ferrari, and Hotdog #3 has some hand-built one-off thing with his name stamped in the engine block. It's just money.
...and that means darn little to me. I'm not a kid any more.
Body building isn't all about money. It is true there are plenty of ways to spend lots of money doing this, but it isn't about money. It's about dedication and taking command of yourself. When the show is over it doesn't matter one bit whether the winner leaves in a BMW or an '84 Chevy or a city bus. He is the winner.
...and Joe Richguy isn't gonna get there just by spending money. If he gets there he's gotta go the same way I would hafta go.
It seems to me that BB isn't about money, it is about what's down inside you. That is what matters to me these days - that 'down inside' stuff.
I'll shutup now.
