"He's like piece of iron" ~ Ivan Drago

John Early and I are supremely dedicated to becoming climbing mutants. Our exile here in Great Falls will be used as an enabler to get nasty strong. Once we can tear pennies with our bare hands we plan to unleash our beastly strength on the unsuspecting world. Let me paint our man fantasy scenario...
There we are walking into the crag scoping out the sweetest lines. We get looks of disgust from the turf owners as we politely request a try. John paints up with chalk and does his pre-climbing/mating ritual dance (recall our bozeman bouldering adventure for a visual). Once psychologically amped up he flashes the problem with... no problem.
Our reputation will spread like wild fire all across the lands. ahh yes.

Until then we will get strong in the club garage dungeon. And use steroids if we have to.