For three years, the boy and his father lost themselves in their cozy Riverside, California, garage.
In the project’s infancy, John Robert Krahn III was a mere 6’3” and 325 pounds. His father had him by two inches; his uncle had him by more than a half-foot. But Krahn, known as “Junior” since birth, was only 13.
Together, father and son set out to craft the perfect automobile—a truck Junior would pilot when he was legally allowed. For Krahn Sr., putting his head inside or under a car was much like eating or breathing. It’s in Junior’s DNA, too. He can feel it.
All of the truck’s features were executed brilliantly: the root beer-brown exterior, the violent, distinguished roar of the engine and the spacious interior that would house the young boy’s enormous frame.
But when Junior’s 16th birthday arrived, there was an issue. He couldn’t fit behind the steering wheel of the masterpiece they'd created.
“Honestly, they don’t make anything his size,” John Krahn Sr. said. “He’s just big.”
Imagine the biggest football player you have ever seen. Picture his face. Visualize his magnificent, superhero size—a blend of NBA height and bouncer girth.
Put yourself next to him. Better yet, place yourself directly in front of him and imagine standing in the shadow of this human skyscraper. Take it one step further; imagine being tasked to somehow slow this collection of moving mass.
Do you have him yet?
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In the project’s infancy, John Robert Krahn III was a mere 6’3” and 325 pounds. His father had him by two inches; his uncle had him by more than a half-foot. But Krahn, known as “Junior” since birth, was only 13.
Together, father and son set out to craft the perfect automobile—a truck Junior would pilot when he was legally allowed. For Krahn Sr., putting his head inside or under a car was much like eating or breathing. It’s in Junior’s DNA, too. He can feel it.
All of the truck’s features were executed brilliantly: the root beer-brown exterior, the violent, distinguished roar of the engine and the spacious interior that would house the young boy’s enormous frame.
But when Junior’s 16th birthday arrived, there was an issue. He couldn’t fit behind the steering wheel of the masterpiece they'd created.
“Honestly, they don’t make anything his size,” John Krahn Sr. said. “He’s just big.”
Imagine the biggest football player you have ever seen. Picture his face. Visualize his magnificent, superhero size—a blend of NBA height and bouncer girth.
Put yourself next to him. Better yet, place yourself directly in front of him and imagine standing in the shadow of this human skyscraper. Take it one step further; imagine being tasked to somehow slow this collection of moving mass.
Do you have him yet?
http://thelab.bleacherreport.com/th...om&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=editorial
