Awhile ago I went to a D.R.I. show at the High Noon. They are old farts and ruled nonetheless but their merch guy was a royal smegma smear. It was all I could do to endure his sarcasm and general disdain for me in order to buy this sticker. It has stayed on this fender despite a dumb Madison stop sign running bicyclist being wrapped around it and an total tranny grenade incident. Not to mention my own idiot antics. Now it has a new home. I am thrilled.