The Doobie Brothers are jamming in the background. Listen To The Music – man what a great tune.
Bandit didn’t feel like going with me today to the York Barbell Co. in York Pa., but my wife said she would go – I was glad she did. She reads maps way better than Bandit does.
I have been lifting York Barbell plates in one form or another for years. I remember buying my first 50-pound plates at Kelly’s Sporting Goods in Garden City shopping center in Cranston.
I have been lifting pretty steady for the past five years to build muscle after Lymphoma and I am getting to the point where I need a few 25-pounders. One night a few weeks ago I was web surfing and ended up at http://www.yorkbarbell.com and realized there was an outlet store.
I envisioned muscle bound guys and gals picking things up and putting them down impressing rubes like me. I was hoping there would be a guy so strong he would lift me onto his shoulders and flex his biceps while I smiled like an idiot. I figured they’d at least have a giant inflatable He-Man strangling a giant inflatable Godzilla on the front lawn. I was hoping to see road signs and promotions along the highway.
The retail outlet was nondescript — a small two room store with a small assortment of weights; too small lifting belts, dumbbells, and an unimpressive assortment of exercise falderal. I was soooooo disappointed. Nothing! Nobody tearing phonebooks in half; nobody inflating red rubber water bottles until they explode. Nothing. I
I mean gosh darn it! This is York Barbell; home to body builders weightlifting giants; and Olympic heroes. Now it is an empty shell.
I was so disappointed.
I bought two 25 pounders threw them in my car and drove home quietly. I didn’t even turn on my radio