This fellow did a dangerous thing. It’s not the thing you think is dangerous. It’s something else. He doesn’t have a Bobcat ramp? So what.
What you’re looking at is someone who’s completely comfortable with the tools he’s using. He knows them inside out. He didn’t try doing a handstand in his Bobcat on his first day at work. He’s learned, through hard knocks and repeated effort. He understands better than many safety obsessed people what’s dangerous and what isn’t. He understands, instinctively, what his talent and his tools are capable of.
So there’s this guy. He’s under a block of buildings he owns. He wears only shorts, and a hard hat. He doesn’t say why he’s digging. He doesn’t say where he’s digging. He’s just digging. He date stamps his videos, and appends little notes from time to time, like, “Concrete for days.” Occasionally he stops digging, and does a little jig to techno music. He never says anything.
Dude totally rocks. He rules. You wish he’d renovate your house. Or demolish it. Either one. Both. Whatever. I don’t think you get any say in the matter. You just hire him, and stand back. Dude does his thing. You’re just supposed to be glad he’s doing it for you, instead of against you.
I thought living in a cave was supposed to be a lot cheaper — and dirtier. I’m kind of disappointed. I was looking forward to moving into a cave someday, when all my children disown me, and my wife politely asks me to leave the house or she’ll call the cops. Living in a puddle of my own filth overlooking a scenic ravine seemed like a great way to spend my final days, but it turns out I can’t even afford that.
I liked how the crane slowly chased down the mountainside after the Caterpillar already hit the bottom. At least it can’t run away anymore. Hopefully the crane will be enough to lift the Caterpillar out of whatever ditch it’s wound up in.