THE STRONGEST LINC
Earlier this year, on a boy’s trip to Queensland, I was sitting poolside with this month’s cover man, Lincoln Lewis. We’d just arrived back from a day on the golf course, and while the rest of our mates went for a dip to cool off, Linc and I sat on the deck, shirts firmly on. Two men in their 30s, both victims of slowing metabolisms and carrying the spoils of a decent festive season. Conversation went from sports, to women, to our desire to out-train the lads in the pool and get “ripped like Michael B. Jordan”. Linc’s face lit up. “If I get in Michael B. Jordan shape, will you put me on the cover?” It was in that moment, sealed with a handshake and witnessed by our much-buffer mates,…