Mustache March

I've been wondering whether or not the front tires on my car need to be replaced. I have no idea how to tell. When I got the tires changed on my last car, I took them in and the guy told me that the tires I needed were out of stock, but he strongly suggested that I leave my car with him until they came in, because the current tires were posing a hazard to myself and everyone around me on the road. I didn't even think to have it looked at until I noticed the metal stuff sticking out of the rubber one day.

I was kind of hoping to not let things get to the dangerous phase with this car, so I called Ricky for instructions to check and see if they need to be changed. Ricky was kind enough to volunteer to drive down and inspect my treads for me. I hadn't seen him in a while, so when he showed up at my house like this I was kind of surprised:

I guess it's "Mustache March" and there are a bunch of guys in the area sporting the look. Either I haven't been paying attention, or I haven't crossed paths with any of the others in the last month. He says he's getting sick of it, and is going to shave it soon. I have to admit that I actually kind of like it, so I was sorry to hear that. Although, I couldn't look at him with a straight face all evening.