That is what I might call a serious mustache. Like, no joke. But who am I too judge?
Recently I went to a barber to have a shave and a haircut. Which made me think back to this photo I took during the Paris-Roubaix. Apparently this gentleman is a photographer. I saw him as he checked in to get his photo credentials, and then the next day, as everyone was walking around checking out all the equipment before the start I had to ask.
"Can I?" I said timidly. Gesturing lightly with my camera toward his facial hair.
He neither smiled nor frowned, simply a slight nod. Which I took for a yes.