Day 28: Oh No! Should Mr. Bill Go Bye-Bye? #29in29
Not long after I got my DRZ, I picked up a bendy Mr. Bill in a Cracker Barrel in Alabama. He seemed like the perfect mascot for me and my bike, considering how he was always getting crushed, flattened and mangled.
When we were out riding our dirt bikes over the weekend, a potentially new mascot came in to my life for my new bike. He was laying amongst the dirt and debris. A diamond in the rough, if you will.
He’s a bit more rough and tumble than Mr. Bill. It’s hard to turn down a guy wearing little more than a sweet 80′s ‘stache, underpants and cowboy boots. You’ve been there, right?