badass of the week

[erial]

Cliff Young was a toothless 61 year-old potato farmer from Beech Forest, Victoria, who'd lived in a one-room bark hut with six brothers and sisters during the Great Depression and showed up to the starting line of the race in overalls and rain boots. The assembled media took one look at him, shoved a microphone in his face, and asked him what it was going to be like when he keeled over and died of a massive heart attack a hundred and fifty meters in to the 875-kilometer race.
He told them, "I grew up on a farm where we couldn’t afford horses or four wheel drives… whenever the storms would roll in, I’d have to go out and round up the sheep. We had 2,000 head, and we have 2,000 acres. Sometimes I would have to run those sheep for two or three days. It took a long time, but I’d catch them. I believe I can run this race; it’s only two more days. Five days. I’ve run sheep for three." Ok, whatever, old man, good luck with that.

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http://badassoftheweek.com/young.html

[Enrique]

The constructed press took one look at him, pushed a mic in his experience, and requested him what it was going to be like when he keeled over and passed away of a large cardiac arrest one meters in to the 875-kilometer competition.

[goindeep]

cliff young is a badass