I really enjoyed this Men's Journal piece on the rise of bodybuilding I linked earlier. It's written in a kind of goofy, exaggerated, hyper-manly style that fits the subject perfectly:
"Robby Robinson, a wedge of black marble, arrived in Venice Beach in 1975 with one oversize suitcase and seven dollars."
"Wherever Arnold went, his Rat Pack followed; he rolled eight-deep, even to breakfast."
"No one had to hunt and peck for a source, either: Mexico’s farmacias were two hours south, every shelf stocked with prime gear."