Yesterday’s Epic Off-road-styled happening turned into a giant shitfest. At least according to my sources and my wife’s truck.
But the really big news of yesterday was that I shaved off my beard.
It has been Mooseknuckler tradition for the past few years to let the facial folicules grow when the temps drop. I’ve always had the goal of letting it go its way until my birthday but have always ended up with the damn thing cut by the end of February. Until this year. The beard was as long as it has ever been. Needless to say, it was pretty damn long. After careful deliberation, and in the light that I have decided to start doing triathalons, I realized that it was way to un-aerodynamic to allow for full speed pursuits and therefore had to be removed.
As I have always done my best to maintain I high level of journalism on this here website, I enrolled my trusty sidekick KB. I handed her my phone and said take pictures and started hacking.
I started with the weed whacker and kept cutting until the hair clippers could work.
Once I had the clippers fired up and running, it was only a matter of time that my beard was worn by my bathroom floor.
- My nose apparently grew with the beard and is now out of proportion.
I would like to thank KB for her assistance in documenting the whole endeavor. I would also, if you will allow me, like to mention that she had a big smile on her face the entire time my hair was falling.
In other super important news, and as I have already mentioned, stickers are available. Pictures of them being stuck where they probably shouldn’t be are already surfacing. Get yours before there gone.
Hmm, time to ride the cross bike.
P. L. and R.