This weekend I was in Yosemite, one of our nation’s loveliest national parks. It was there that I met the Abs Brah.

Who is the Abs Brah? What is he doing in a national park? Why does he have a Harley-Davidson sign on his Toyota truck?

I thought I saw the Abs Brah. He was either the shirtless man with great abs who yelled at a tour tram to “get off the fucking bus and walk” or the man with his hair in a bun I saw wandering the parking lot wearing a tank top that said “98% nut free.”

There are many abs brahs in the world. Perhaps you have met one. Perhaps you have met mine. He is out there, somewhere, alive and well, motoring from park to park, with his abs and his truck.

Perhaps he is you.