You admire the rippling muscle of your arms and know it's just as solid as a rock under that padding of fat. You've got tree trunk legs too. Your gut could stop a cannonball, it's so hard. It doesn't look like muscle, it looks like a big santa belly, but underneath it's steel. You have a muscular bear's phisique, a bit on the chubby side, but far stronger than people give you credit for. You pull a black Harley muscle shirt on over your huge furry torso. It's an XXXL with a grizzly on the front. You look at your muscular tat-covered, furry arms and do a body builder pose in the mirror. You smile as you pick up your cigar and beer and head into the living room. You're one sexy man for sixty, Hell, you're sexier than most 40 year old men and you've gotten lots of interested looks from women... and some men.