Typically not into:
3. being dragged out of a cocoon of air conditioning, darkness and gatorade when I have a Severe-Internal-Organ-Damage Level hangover.
But peer pressure + an IV of coffee got me behind the wheel of a bulldozer.
Brandon (our instructor) was incredibly patient with my inability to figure out my left from right hand. Didn't stall out or break anything plus I moved around a couple thousand pounds of dirt and wheels.
This is really cathartic and satisfying, even if you never had a thing for trucks and "boy stuff". Just show up and have a damn blast, then go back to bed.
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