Mustachioed

Last Monday a co-worker showed up with a big mustache and some big ‘ol pointy sideburns. I chuckled and asked him if he lost a bet. After that I felt a little bad for the comment and so I told him if he decided to keep it I would wear one too until Halloween. So the next morning I shaped and shaved. I ended up missing the mark a bit and got a kinda sleezy mustache. I also missed with the extravagant sideburns so they ended up being too short. Now add my new Superstar helmet and my new Windwrap fairing to the skeezestache and you get an unhappy cross between Super Dave Osborne, a 70’s b-movie star, and Speed Racer.

If that picture is not hideous or somehow less than descriptive just know that I am not looking myself.