my 2end video with buddies, Steve Austin jr

Morning light cut across the red rolling tool chest, and looking at five feet of locked steel from the concrete floor wasn't going to cut it. I needed the high ground. I stepped onto the caster frame, locked both fists onto the extruded aluminum drawer handle, and hauled my boots up to the first tier. Cold metal. Solid grip. I climbed hand over fist, using the stacked drawer pulls like rungs of an iron ladder, forearms locked all the way up. With one final heave, I hauled my chest over the edge and stomped both boots dead center onto the rubberized work mat. Workshop vantage secured. That's the bottom line.