Then she started listing all of the reasons why her husband qualifies as "rugged", the first one being that he totally gets some kind of camping magazine in the mail.
And, meaning no offense to either Holli or her husband, I laughed and laughed and made fun of how not rugged he is, even after he went ahead and flexed for us.
Not that my judgement of "rugged" is really fair to anyone.
Because there's rugged and then there's rugged.
I grew up amongst manly, gritty men.
I told them all about my brother, Jared.
Now there's a rugged one.
I've been trying to help him write a few sponsorship* request letters to various companies for his rock crawling team, Hooked Triangle Racing.
He builds his rock buggies from the ground up - as in designs them, builds them, and custom paints them.
Then, he basically drives them off the edges of cliffs (or toward the tops of them).
He's won awards and everything.
And maybe a little crazy.
I guess he's trying to find a new way to break all the bones he didn't manage to break during his eleven-year bull riding career.
I've been going through his pictures trying to find the best ones.
This is how it looks:
*If anyone who reads this blog happens to have an "in" with Rockstar Energy Drinks, Maverick, or Maxxis, and wants to contribute to Jared's outstanding display of awesomeness, we'd appreciate an introduction to their sponsorship committees. And, if you live in the western US and you'd like to view the ruggedness in person, he'll be competing in W.E. Rock Western Pro Series, Cal-Neva Extreme Series, and Old School Rock Crawl during the upcoming rock crawling season.