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On my way back from class I had to wait as a front-end loader crossed the bridge. When he passed me, I was deafened by the engine noise and the smell of diesel exhaust filled my nostrils. In that instant, my backpack was gone and a half empty 80lb bag of Kwik-crete replaced it. My muscles were soar and I was physically drained. For just a moment, a strong feeling of manliness welled up inside of me.