Muscle Up

We had to wait for the check to clear.
Headed down to Gilroy again.  Mike drove this time, he's got a proper rack on his truck.
The old guy was a completely different animal today.  He even cracked a few jokes.
Forklifted the three slabs onto to the truck, wrestled 'em down by hand when we got back to my place.

Giving some orders.

Ken's a gruntin' here.

Henry said he would drop by and help me when I needed it.  I can already feel my muscles buffing up from moving these a thousand times.