A man at church had a small concrete company. My youngest started working for him between 11th and 12th grade. He and another HS kid would bust out driveways with 2 20-pound sledgehammers. They would each start at opposite ends and race to the middle! They were faster than the Bobcat could load the debris!
We were talking about each of our "Glory Days" a couple of years ago, he told me a story. He was in a thrift store, and they had a large stack of white T-shirts size Girls Medium, with the "Brownie" logo on the front, and the name KATRINA on the back. At 25 cents each he bought them all. He used a razor on the base of the neck band and the inside of the sleeve bands. He would be sitting at a bar, and someone would make a wisecrack about a boy named Katrina. He would jump up, inhale, and flex all in the same instant. The shirts would disintegrate!
That's what the old fashion way can do for you! Or give you a stroke!
Ivan