




Stache-Cross, anyone?

The sweetest stache I've seen in a while. And given how annoyed I was when the beads of sweat began to trickle through my modest lady tickler during last year's spring ride, I can't imagine what this must have felt like at 30 degrees. I suppose you get used to it. Either that, or put up with the discomfort knowing you've got the sweetest stache in the world. Or at least the Peg.
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