When I was a young man, there is no telling how many miles of ditchbanks I cleared, or how many cords of firewood I cut, spit, and stacked from it, while fueled up on RC colas and moonpies. It was my generations version of redbull. Lol
When I was young I worked for a couple actual hack home improvement contractors. We’d meet at the shop in the morning and head out to the job with ab obligatory stop at teh gas station for a Mountain Dew Big Gulp and a pack of Hostess Suzy Q’s. The breakfast of champions.