Think of your friend who can eat a whole pizza without blinking—then multiply that by ten. That was Cleve. Born in 1951 in Georgia, he was a gentle giant who could deadlift a car and still tell you a joke about a rooster.
He started in strongman later in life, after being a mechanic, and his arm strength was the stuff of legend. Seriously, he could ripple a horseshoe like it was a piece of uncooked spaghetti. It’s the kind of energy that makes you wonder if your gym routine is even worth it.
Cleve was also the guy who, if he saw you struggling to lift a bag of groceries, would probably just pick up the whole grocery store for you. That’s the charm he carried.
