It’s when your sponsors send you shit and make fun of you at the same time.
B-Fatty-3. Love from one Clydesdale to another.
Actually, D-Wayne (of D-Wayne Hunter Design Co. fame) shipped the unsolicited package pictured above, and just like the rest of the fan mail I get I was suspicious.
My security team cleared it for entry into the house anyway.
When I opened it, I found a nice surprise stuffed inside that tiny little box.
An original design by D-wayne himself, and it is sofa king rad. Sure, other people here in
Charlotte received shirts
with this same design before I did (including Little Miss Sunshine), but mine
is better. He had to special order
thread to make it in a big boy size, and apparently that was no small
task. I guess since I haven’t been on
the bike as much lately I’ve put on a few pounds.
B-Fatty-3. Hmmmm. Maybe he’s on to something.
Nah, I’m kidding. That shirt looks good on me, even though I thought it would make me look like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag.
Also in there with my awesome shirt were a couple of stickers. D-Wayne knows clowns scare the piss outta me so he made sure I had double the terror.
Another original design (based on a self-portrait methinks), and this shit is the creepiest of them all (creepier than my moustache even.) I dig the design though, and even though I have an unhealthy fear of clowns I’ll make sure these get stuck on my single speeds. Whenever I finally get back to racing, don’t be surprised to see me DNF because I ditched my bike in the woods and ran away like a little bitch.
So yeah, big thanks to Dwanye Hunter Design Company for hooking me up with some pretty awesome goodies. I will eat, sleep, and shit in that shirt from now on. On second thought, with those clowns lurking around I probably won’t sleep at all.
Maybe as a thank you I can take him out to dinner or something. I found a place he might like.
I mentioned an “announcement” da udda day. I may wait until next week for that.
Unless the clowns get me first.