Arnold Fit Expo 2018

by Thom Van Vleck

Got to meet Arnold for the 3rd time.  Here he is talking about the Highland Games

Got to meet Arnold for the 3rd time. Here he is talking about the Highland Games

Recently I got to attend the Arnold Fit Expo in Columbus, Ohio for the 3rd time.  Pretty crazy event.  It is there that I’ve got to meet Franco Columbo, Frank Zane, Lou Ferrigno, Tommy Kono, and Arnold himself!  I’ve also gotten up close with many of the World’s Strongest Man competitors.

When I say it’s a crazy event it’s not for the person who hates large crowds.  There are people everywhere.  I’ve heard as many as 200,000 attend.  There are athletic events going on all over the place as well as bodybuilding, Olympic lifting, Powerlifting, and Strong Man.  You can’t see it all.

There are trade booths set up in the main convention area.  Selling supplements, equipment, gear….anything related to weightlifting and exercise.

This year I attended as an assistant to the equipment director at the indoor Scottish Highland Games.  I would have rather been a competitor!  It was well attended with some of the largest crowds I’ve seen for a Highland Games.  The Pro Class was won by Spencer Tyler who put on one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen at a Highland Games.  He set several World Records.  The next day he got to go to the main stage and compete against Halfthor “The Mountain” Bjornnson.

I would say that every muscle head should make the trip at least once.  I know I’ll go back.

Unique to the Arnold, an indoor Scottish Highland Games!

Unique to the Arnold, an indoor Scottish Highland Games!

The Lost Treasure: York Power Rack

By Thom Van Vleck

Not "the" rack, but one like it.  Note how there was maybe 6 inches between the front and back.

Not “the” rack, but one like it. Note how there was maybe 6 inches between the front and back.

When I was a kid, I recall a very specific moment when I “knew” I wanted to be strong.  I was around 13 and had ridden my bike over to my grandparents and at that time the Jackson Weightlifting Club gym was in their barn.  I asked my grandma where my Uncle Wayne was and she said, “He’s out back lifting weights”.  So, I headed out to say hello.  Wayne was a superheavyweight, he was huge and at the time was around 340lbs.  He idolized Paul Anderson and I have to say, was a pretty good replica of Paul.

I liked Wayne, as a small child I would pat his stomach and say, “You sure have a big belly, Uncle Wayne”.  This got laughs from my Dad and my other Uncles, which probable encouraged me to do it pretty often.  My point is that I liked Wayne because he was nice to me, I knew he lifted weights and I knew he was strong and I recalled him winning at weightlifting meets, but I really never looked at him as a strongman.  Wayne was a gentle giant who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

As I walked out to the barn, this image was about to change.  I heard a series of thunderous “thumps”.  As I got closer, I swore I could feel the ground shake with each one…..and as  I got closer, I was SURE the ground was shaking.  Wayne was in a power rack, wearing only his work pants (covered in oil and grease from the garage), leather lifting shoes, and a belt.   He was doing front quarter squats with over 1000lbs.  Wayne loved the Clean & Press, the Olympic lift dropped in 1972, and he felt this exercise helped his foundation when he pressed.  He had an old York 45lb bar loaded with a hodge podge of weights out to the end and two 50lb scale weights wired to the ends and hanging about a foot under the end of the bar.  He was doing sets of ten and with each rep the rack, sitting on a bed of timbers in the dirt floor of the barn, would shake violently and pile drive into the ground, causing the shaking I had felt.  As he did each one, muscles began to appear everywhere on his body.  Kind of like the Hulk, muscles appeared out of nowhere.  Most of all, I noticed the change in his demeanor.  The look of fiery determination, he looked at me, but right past me, with a focus that only champions know. I was impressed.   Wayne had big muscles, he was strong….and he had that determination, that focus, I wanted to be that!

I fooled around with weights, but a couple years later, I began to train with that focus and I used that power rack often.  It was an old York model, with about 4″ to 6″ of space to lift in.  York made at least two racks.  One had more space.  My understanding was this one was an “isometric” rack. It had a chin up bar across the top to stabilize it and had been bolted to old, rough cut, timbers that created a small platform about 3ft wide and 5ft long.  I used that thing a lot since I often trained alone.  I would do old school leg presses, calf raises, squats, bench presses, partial lifts, and isometrics in that rack.  I would use it as squat stands and since it was 8ft tall, for overhead supports.   There seemed to be endless uses for that thing and to be real honest, as stupidly as I trained as a teen, often using weights well beyond my capabilities, it probably saved my life!

I entered the Marine Corps and my Uncle Wayne fell on some hard times.  Upon returning, I also returned to training with him…..and found the power rack gone!  Wayne explained that he needed some cash and since he didn’t use a lot of the equipment, he had sold some stuff.  This included an old York set and some other classic stuff…but hey, he could have no idea how much this stuff would be worth later.  We’ve all been there.  But I was young and being a little older and wiser now…..I feel guilty for how mad I was at him.

I tried to track down that rack, but the guy that had bought it had already sold it to some guy in Centerville, Iowa, about 2 hours away.  He gave me a name, Carson.  I thought maybe someday I’d be up there for some reason and I’d look him up.

Several years went by and I forgot about that rack.  In the meantime, I had one custom built for me that was 8ft tall and had 2ft of width inside, much roomier and a step out that could spot me on squats.  It was a good rack.  Then, the local gym that was owned my Jeff Jacques and where I got to train with John Ware and Glenn Jacobs (AKA Kane of WWE fame) was sold to a guy named “Carson”.  It jogged my memory about that rack and lo and behold, he was from Centerville.

Sometime later, that rack showed up at the gym!  This was great!  I asked him about the rack, but he wasn’t interested in selling it yet and being a college student, I couldn’t make an offer he couldn’t refuse.  Then, a couple years later, the rack was gone!  I asked him about the rack and he said he had loaned it to his brother.  My heart sank and I was wishing I’d come up with that offer.  He said he’d tell his brother of my interest.  Then, several years later, I made an effort to contact his brother to see if he still had that rack.  He still lived in Centerville and he said he had it and since he didn’t really train anymore, he’d sell it!  I made arrangements to go look at it the next time I headed that way.  Some months later, that time came and I went up to check this out.

As we headed to his basement I was excited that I’d see that rack after all these years, it was like finding an old friend. As we went down, we went by a rack that as about 5ft tall and he said, “There it is”.  I looked around and said, “Where”?  He said, “Right here” and patted the short rack.   I was sick to my stomach.  He had cut this rack to pieces and welded all kinds of extra stuff on it, spread it out, opened the top, and basically butchered it to pieces.    He was pretty proud of his work and wanted a premium for his “improvements”.  To be honest, the improvements made it a much more useful rack, but I nicely declined as I wanted it in original condition.  I think he thought I was nuts.  To be honest, I felt a little nuts.  I had went from wanting that rack really badly, to not wanting it at all and wishing I’d never found it again.

It was a long drive home.  It had been a 15 year journey searching for that old rack and just when I thought I had it….it came up short.  Nostalgia, sentimentalism, call it what you will, but I wanted that rack.  It was a part of my history and a part of the Jackson Weightlifting Club history.  But it also made me think.  Victory often comes at the expense of sacrifice and loss, and it becomes sweeter with it.  I recovered other parts of my lost treasure and I’m grateful for that.

The whole experience also made me think about not attaching too much to objects.  The object is NOT the memory, it merely represents the memory.  Whether I have it or not, the memory lives on as long as I choose to remember it.  I remember the lifts done in that rack often and that’s what’s important.

I also have a greater appreciation of the things I have now and the memories I’m making with my own children as they begin their lifting careers.  Maybe they won’t be as sentimental as their old man, but if they are, I hope I can teach them the real treasure is in the memory, not the thing.

Wizard of Weights: USAWA’S Art Montini

By John McKean

Low rumbles in the dawn sky no longer worry me about an impending storm; they merely remind me that Art Montini is continuing his early morning daily lifting workouts up above, and always gently replacing the barbell to the platform in his disciplined, controlled manner!

Yes, a key feature of Art’s long time success with heavy weights can be attributed to his never-miss-a-daily-workout habit, along with his constant start at 4 AM. Well, actually just after 4, as he ALWAYS opened his day with a stop at famed Mac’s Donut Shop in his hometown of Aliquippa, probably the best home-owned bakery in Pennsylvania! Art was well known for his love of the sweet pastries, even though he only tried to imbibe when he thought no one was looking!  So, I took it upon myself to call owner & manager of the sweet shop, JW, to get the real low down on Art’s daily breakfast. EVERYBODY at Mac’s knew Art, because he was their first customer each morning for years; they loved the ever cheerful ole rascal and considered him as part of their family (I guess like we ALL did!). Yet what always impressed JW and the waitresses was that Art desired to discipline himself for weightlifting, and only ever ordered COFFEE!! The tempting aromas at that opening time must have been unbelievable, but Mac’s staff insist that Art remained steadfast in his commitment to the iron game. However, their coffee must be as potent as it is tasty, because Montini never had a bad workout!!

Art always insisted that his early start insured that he’d train hard & heavy, because there was nothing else to do at that time anyway! (The 90-year-old had more & better quotes than Yogi Berra ever did!) But he was sincere in stating that, after training, he was energized to handle whatever the rest of the day would throw at him! Over the years many lifters asked Art about taking a workout with him, yet upon learning that it was NOT 4 PM for scheduled training, virtually not one of these sleepyheads ever mustered the initiative to visit and lift during the wee hours (they probably never knew about Mac’s coffee!).

The Ambridge VFW Barbell Club’s “senior citizen” maintained rather solid views on exactly what was needed to build strength. He was everything that embodies heavy weightlifting, and “old time” training tactics. He never jogged, did aerobics, or had a single cross-“FIT”! In fact, he didn’t warm up at all! He’d start right in with his particular lifts of the day, and single up in a manner best described as heavy, heavier, and heaviest! Not that he’d go to limits every session, just up the scale enough that he knew he’d thoroughly worked the event (I almost said”exercise,” but he didn’t do exercises – this Wizard of Weights powered his way through LIFTS!).

One time at a power meet, Art and I met a very talented, experienced powerlifter; the interested young man wondered aloud how we could start with big poundages using no warmups at all. Of course, a well knowing, and always helpful Art was quick to point out that one could get all the warmup needed during the FIRST ATTEMPT on the platform, and tried (in vain) to get the guy NOT to do a really FULL workout (many, many sets & reps, from light to heavy) before hitting the official platform. Sure enough, that well meaning, yet overly dedicated trainee was too worn out to succeed with 2nd and 3rd attempts, and finished far behind us for the overall best lifter award! He did promise, though, to begin experimenting with very limited warmups in the future!

As to lifts themselves, Art had a simple plan; he’d select about 24 All-Round events that were likely to show up at contests, and do 4 of them each day (he’d take Sunday off – even JW at Mac’s donuts noted that Art always arrived “late” for coffee & newspaper on Sundays – at 6:30 AM !!). Yep, that would be about 12 singles per workout, then he was outta there! Now, if a meet was imminent, he’d concentrate more on the particular events involved, but he really did enjoy and prefer the larger variety of all-round events in his general weekly sessions. Every Monday morning he’d start his list all over again. This way, the ole Wiz believed, he was always ready for anything that popped up for competition.

One time the gang over at the Jumpstretch gym in Ohio decided to conduct a “wildcard” contest; that is, they planned to draw by random the names of 4 lifts, from a selection of 18, that would then be performed by all lifters. Someone at our VFW Barbell Club asked Art how you could possibly train for such a contest? “Easy,” laughed Montini, “just do ’em ALL over the next couple of weeks!” Yep, Art won that contest!

Even back in the “old days” Art had the handle on variety in training and using heavy stuff exclusively. One of his fellow competitors back then was long time pro wrestling world champ Bruno Sammartino (he also passed away a few weeks ago), who would get a huge smile from fond memories whenever I’d mention Art. During the 50s, even before official powerlifting, they’d have “odd lift contests” (varied, but often bench presses, squats, curls, press behind the neck, etc.), which both Bruno and Art would compete in (way different weight classes,  of course). I’d often run into Bruno, as he only lived about a mile away and I’d taught his sons in the Junior High school near their home, and took delight in reminding this warm, always friendly, humble behemoth how little ole Art once took him to task in the curl at one of those events. Bruno would laugh and spout out, “That little pipsqueak never beat me in ANYTHING!” Then, reconsidering, meekly said, “Hmm, well maybe he did, ONCE!”

Yet it was always common sense methods, careful observation, overwhelming confidence, and 70 years of competitive experience that carried Montini to consistent achievement. He knew, for instance, and often proclaimed when performing any record level deadlift type “Anything I can even barely get off the floor, I’ll finish for a successful attempt!” And he’d prove that time and again – maybe attributed to one period where he worked to nearly 600 pounds with deadlifts off low blocks (or maybe as Bill Clark always quipped, “He has the longest arms with the shortest legs of any human I’ve ever seen!!”). There’s only one time I can remember that Art was upset about a lift he was well prepared for. During his early 20s he completed a perfectly executed military press with, I believe, 230 pounds (a personal record at the time -a source of great excitement for the youngster), only to have it turned down by officials. Back then, a lifter had to slowly press in coordination with the head official’s barely moving rising finger & the head honcho claimed Art pressed a hair too fast! (Head judge was Bob Hoffman(!!) so our hero couldn’t argue – though from that time on, never a fan of the “Father of Weightlifting”!).

Even in his daily habits, Art was the model of consistency, he never found the need to OVER-do anything; slept well (except for those awful awakening hours!), saw no need to “live” in the gym, attacked the weights rather than stress over poundages, and used common sense in eating habits. I’ll always remember being amazed at his belief for obtaining morning protein – just a single egg would do him well! And very little or nothing ever in the way of expensive supplements. He was completely healthy with fresh vegetables grown in his own garden, the mentioned egg, coffee (of course!), and some simply cooked chicken, fish, or beef. Oh yeah, he absolutely LOVED ice cream at times and the occasional donut (which he claimed he only ate during his annual Birthday Bash meet! But I suspect even that was only when we caught him redhanded with a ringed goodie in hand or telltale white powder coating completely surrounding his lips!!).

Some of us always stress over travel to meets. Not Art, he’d just mention that all ya had to do was merely SIT there, no matter how many hours were involved, and just relax! (Though just before he left us, he tried hard in a telephone conversation to pitch to me that the trip to this year’s Nationals could be very easy ’cause it was only a 6 hours drive away, being in NORTHERN Florida; he refused to believe  the computer which mentioned 1100 miles on the road from Western PA!!). And I always laugh when recalling him going to a sport’s store recently to buy a new singlet for meets – all they had that was close to our lifting outfits were wrestling singlets, so Art had the salesman get him one in his size. Puzzled, the salesman asked if the suit was for a grandson or great grandson; “Nope,” Art replied without further explanation,” It’s for ME, I’ll be using it this weekend!” That poor employee is probably still wondering how the 90 year old “wrestler” made out!

Not to mention his few hospital stays (replaced hips,etc) ; On one discharge,the Doc told him to go right home and get some needed pure rest. Of course Art drove directly to the gym for what he deemed was an even more needed WORKOUT! Other docs also told him, knowing it would be futile to advise this iron man otherwise, that he could train LIGHT to insure recuperation; on a follow-up consultation they about “blew a gasket” to learn Art was hip lifting with 800 pounds!! (“We told you to go LIGHT”, they howled. “It WAS light!” smirked ART !)

Well, I could probably write an entire book on this absolute legend of the game! He actually only varied from other “big names” of the 50s and 60s (when he started and lifted among them) by competing far MORE than any of them,setting more World & National records, and staying world-class-strong longer! Heck, most of today’s kingpins could not even heft the weight total of Art’s trophy collection over 70 years of truly hard core competition! We can all discuss many more stories, though, at this year’s slightly renamed “Art’s Memorial Birthday Bash” (USAWA) in October. Please try to attend, we want this one to be BIG! After all, it’s really not like Art has ever left – he will always be there lifting alongside us!

Art’s Funeral

By Al Myers

Details for Art’s funeral have been made.  Denny just passed along this information to me:

“Art’s viewing is Tuesday May 29th at Anthony Mastrofrancesco Funeral Home  in Alliquipa, Pa. from 4 to 8 PM. The funeral is Wednesday May 30. You can get all the info and the obituary on the Funeral Home website. “

A link to Art’s obituary is here – http://www.mastrofrancescofuneralhome.com/obituaries/Arthur-Montini/#!/Obituary

 

Club Championships

by Dave Glasgow

MEET ANNOUNCEMENT

2018 USAWA CLUB CHAMPIONSHIPS

Hosted by:

LEDAIG HEAVY ATHLETICS

Sunday, July 15th, 2018

Weigh In 9:00-10:00 AM

Lifting starts at 10:00 AM sharp

LIFTS TO BE CONTESTED

Turkish Get Up

Clean and Jerk – One Arm

Push Press – From Rack

Deadlift – Fulton Bar, One Arm

Questions or directions to the venue

dglasgow@cox.net

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