IF YOU WANT HUGE, SHREDDED THIGHS Train Like A Dragonslayer!
By Richard Gaspari, Mr. Universe
Other than Jay Cutler and Shawn Ray, who both are at the upper echelon of leg development, clarion-clear cuts, separation, definition and shape, what is going on with the quad and ham development of so many pro bodybuilders these days?
Come on, proportionate to the enormous 24” arms and 46” bloated bellies (which are out of hand), when it comes to rough leg training, going into some gyms today seems like a Sunday ice cream social, sprinkled with 1000 mg. of Anavar. In my opinion, it’s not the true gathering of the buffaloes at the water hole, going into the dungeon of muscle torture, as it once was.
Why are there so many guys doing endless Scott preacher curls and benches, ad nauseam? And what’s with the frigging fashion show with all the women wrapped in lingerie, hair all fluffed and buffed and breasts bigger than 100-pound plates? When did gyms switch to relying on the credit cards of so many pot-bellied, balding guys with saggy skin, cell phones and pagers? Where did the real stuff go?
When did the 24-Hour-Ballys’ ilk pervert our own Gold’s, Powerhouse and World’s Gym bodybuilding sweet perversion? So, you ask, who the Hell is this guy, some frustrated has been?
Nah, I’m just funning with ya’ll, and I appreciate all the iron pumpers getting it on (especially those 100-pound-plate babes) and the huge great pros today, like Cutler, Ray and Coleman!
I really just want to help everybody, but especially the young guys, to show them how to get their legs jammed and rammed, because they just ain’t getting it right today. Okay, yes, so I became a pro when my New Jersey cohort “The Boss” Bruce Springsteen was pumping out his biceps in those Glory Days. My first gym, Health and Strength in Highland Park, N.J., was in a dingy basement where the air was a combo of odiferous ammonia and heavy, dingy, hanging dampness, laced with buzzing mosquitoes without the Nile virus.
The equipment was old, blue Nautilus machines, cable machines that you had to plate load, along with a bunch of rickety benches, rusty plates, and barbells and dumbbells thrown all over the floor. The carpet was ripped with holes from flying weights. The equipment upholstery was so ripped and frayed that it looked like that Russian boxer’s face a couple of months ago after he fought Lennox Lewis.
And, actually, when I did do my Scott preacher curls, I had to place a towel down over the pad because a couple of loose screws would dig into my triceps. But, I also had a loose screw and this was pain with gain! I also remember the guys really taking their lifting seriously and with such leg intensity, Dante’s inferno had nothing on them or me.
When I started training, I was called Mr. Question cause’ I annoyed everyone. I was hungry, the annoying man, like Jon Lovitz used to be on Saturday Night Live. As a teenager I already knew that if I wanted to make pro, my abdominals and legs would have to rock, especially if I was to stand next to giants like Iron Warrior Mike Christian and Lee Marvelous Marvin Haney, with their enormous upper bodies.
