You know -- among my peers out here on the corn-fed prairie, I'm definitely not the smallest ballerina on the stage, but I'm also by no means the largest. I'm definitely a double-extra-jumbo on a global scale, but I'm surrounded by enormous men. I'm not talking "Wall-E" flubberbutts, I'm talking 6'6" 275 lb behemoths. The average commercial jobsite is loaded with guys like me on up. Little guys don't make it for the long haul.
Apparently, there were not a lot of my ilk racing SCCA H-Modified in 1948. I'm pretty sure the average card-carrying tradesman in any Peoria local (painters excepted) would fold that thing in half.