CD (left) and George Hincapie hisself...separated at birth?
Note the Hincapiesque mouth gape. Nice touch Chris.
While not having the universal appeal or recognition of say a pirate or a dead president or a slutty kitten, Chris’ attention to detail and assumption of character were remarkable—except that part where he vomited and dropped out of the race. The fact that message boards were aflame with “was that really?”-type posts in the ensuing week are testament to his authenticity.
In making his costume, Chris no doubt used his extensive connections to secure not only the rider’s signature eyeglasses, but a full team uniform and a rare suspension road bike exactly like the one Hincapie uses for the rough-and-tumble Paris-Roubaix race. He even grew his facial hair to the perfect George-like five o’clock shadow. The only thing missing was the French podium girl wife. Oh, and a trip to the podium. But props to Chris for forgoing knobbies and tackling the unpaved cyclocross course with high pressure road tires.
While Chuck’s frightening Mr. T outfit and Rye’s White Goodman (a.k.a. Ben Stiller’s character from Dodgeball) both ripped, I have to go for the authenticity, obscurity and flawless execution of Chris' costume. Plus I didn’t see anyone with a good naughty librarian outfit this year.
Unlike the Nobel Prize, which has an elaborate and sophisticated system of application, nomination and juries, the Dongoose Halloween Costume Contest has no rhyme nor reason whatsoever and the award is at the sole whimsical discretion of myself and myself alone. It's even arbitraily awarded some week-and-a-half after Halloween.
For his efforts, Chris will receive an autographed poster of the University of Maryland’s Fighting Terrapins Women’s Field Hockey Team. Fear the turtle.
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