Let me open this by stating that I firmly believe that Animals should be treated with dignity and respect, and should be given the right to live a wholesome and fulfilling life. Chickens should be allowed to preen and pluck proudly; cows the right to socialize as amicably as cows can, and pigs should be allowed to delight in their own filth. Right up until we slaughter them to either eat them or wear them, or some unconventional combination of the two – depending on your preference.
I wanted to get that out of the way before I subject you all to a picture of Young Frank – much closer to Peaking than Old Frank – engaging in a game of “God Mag ‘t Weten” with his Cycling Sensei (his dad) after a 10 hour day riding singletrack in Alta, Wyoming. After all, if there isn’t a better way of saying, “We put it in the Big Ring today, Son” than chucking a dead sheep around your shoulders and calling it a ‘vest’, I don’t know what is.
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Too many kinds of awesome to count.
Yep: I'm pretty much speechless, too.
Looks like a still from an unreleased Terry Gilliam flick, flying through space on a curious cosmic sleighride. What's with the magic carpet background and what the hell is the upturned porthole that your old chap is staring at so intently? Double rollneck, velveteen and dead animal, though. Definitely a win.
I enjoy the combination of reading glasses with that crazy vest. Refined on the one hand, yet caveman-like on the other. Nice.
I think I need your sweater; it's damn cold out.
I like that the 'vest' has pockets, in which you can store the dried meat products salvaged from the beast which you now wear.
The zebra pelt in the back has faces on it.
Is that your man bag on the table next to you?
...and the coke. That table is overflowing with nose candy, isn't it?
A purse, zebra pelt, a porthole...... are you sure this is in Wyoming? Also, was it the babe in the dolphin shorts that you were staring at?
@Steampunk
That's what I was thinking! There's this "Pablo Escobar and Son" vibe. Like a baker and his son up early to make bread for sale. Only they're making a giant party platter of blow. And Pablo Sr. gets to wear the pimpin' fur 'cause he's El Patron.