I'm 45, and tree work is a second career for me. I'm in much better physical condition now than I was at 25 when I was twiddling tiny screwdrivers and keeping bank machines going for a living. Now there's a job that was killing me, in and out of Air Conditioned environments all day long, breathing in clots of paper dust, fingers soaked in permanent ink, wearing a bloody tie. And THE STRESS!
Every customer I met was a bank manager who was mad as hell that that their machine was down, I wasn't there 2 hours earlier, even angrier if it would take 2 hours to fix the bloody thing, and ready with contract defaults to sign if I took even moments longer than the contract minimum. God forbid the bloody thing needed a part I didn't have, or worse, a part not even in stock at the shop. Just recalling this has my bile rising.
Two summers ago, I rode a 1000cc sportbike from Vancouver to Toronto in 48 hours on a $200 bet. Over the Lakes.
When I have to slow down and need to buy a Harley, I will let you know.
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