Silly me, parkour doesn’t happen in forests. It’s the ultimate look at me sport, and showing off for squirrels isn’t nearly as much fun as running around a city. Cities have the correct infrastructure for grabbing on and climbing up. However, these gents trust railings installed forty years ago by the low bidder way more than I would.
Ah, forklift follies. There are some repeats, and lots of vertical video, but altogether, a very solid video compilation effort.
You know, there’s something about the forklift that attracts a certain sort of man. An iconoclast, a bit of a cowboy, something of a devil-may-care wild man. It doesn’t seem to attract people who are good at math or physics or geometry, however.
This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to install a Rube Goldberg in my bedroom. Then again this is the first time I’ve wanted to install much of anything in my bedroom. I still haven’t got around to setting up my bed, or bringing in any other furniture, or unpacking my clothes. I suppose I should stop sleeping on a flattened cardboard box before I consider starting any major Rube-Goldberg-related projects.
Sometimes fate doesn’t send us the hero we ask for. It sends us the hero we need. Florida Man here, the cleverly conveyed custodian, is just such a man. Let’s face it, his leaf blower vehicle is very efficient. It’s friendly to the environment. It appears to be battery operated, and the build quality is obviously better than a Tesla. It’s not quiet, exactly, but it still makes less noise than that kid next door with the lowered ’89 Honda sedan with the coffee can-sized exhaust pipe. He should patent the design. It might not sell a lot of units, but no matter what, he’s a janitor, and he’ll clean up.