My wife and I were standing on the subway platform at Chambers Street last weekend when I saw a guy holding something familiar.

“That guy’s got a bullworker,” I said.

“Excuse me?” said my wife.

“A bullworker.”

“I don’t understand what you are saying.”

I told her to hang on and went over to talk to him. Sure enough it was a bullworker.

My father had one back in the early 1980s in one of his periodic attempts to be fit. I said as much to the guy who said he bought his off some guy on the street. Showed me the model–made in 1969. He said it’s indestructible and that he uses it all the time. Said it’s making a comeback.

The Bullworker. I’m not kidding.