This fortunately unfortunately is the beginning of the end folks. The beards have indeed been cut and the remnants pictured above are the result of over 11,000 miles of road, sweat and leftover oatmeal. As opposed to chopping these bastards at the bottom of South America, we have decided to finish as we started…mustached only. Additionally, Sargent is incapable of growing a shitty beard, so we had to preserve teamwork and continuity.
Therefore, we will troll the final thousand miles or so with the simplicity of only upper lip hair, making us look like that sexy kid in 7th grade who developed way to fast for the rest of us and/or child molesters. You make the call.
Before…
After…
– (New) Conbigotes
con bigotes 
You look great Brett! We miss you and look forward to seeing you soon! Love,
Abby, Ryan, and Cecilia
Let Morgan, Roman and me know if you handsome men are travelling via bike back through SoCal!
Who is who? I can’t even tell without the beards anymore…except the dude in the middle looks like my dad in his 1980s softball pictures.
What a stud he was/is!!
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