And so it begins...

In March 2006, four men descended upon the United States of America.

Their mission: To make it from Chicago to Los Angeles on Route 66 alive.

Armed with two fat competitive egos, one very bald head, a Tahitian Gold Prince who wanted to see everything (well he DID conceptualise the fucking trip!!) and four stupid fucking cowboy hats. No-one could have prepared them for the adventure that entailed....

(just for the record they also had an SUV, loads of dosh, a Satellite Navigation System, mobile phones, and pretty much everything they needed)

It was at a blues bar in St Louis that the four were truly born.

One of them rocked the place, one of them doesn't remember the place, and the other two did nothing of note apart from talk about themselves a lot.

Unremarkable to all but one man:

John T. Vermillion

Standing at 8 feet tall with a chest circumference of 80 inches, he had hands that could crush a human head like scrunching up paper and was descended from a family that rode with Wyatt Earp.

He was a monster of a man, but he liked what he saw. Like a bear who plays with his prey, he picked at them. He questioned and he observed - these were no ordinary men - and they needed to be recognised as no ordinary men.

And so it was, with his perceptions of character that he Christened the four according to their attributes:

Stringer - for a blues performance that would have made Robert Johnson Proud

Texas Dave Macoo - legend unknown

Horse - legend unknown (drunkelnly forgotten), but many have speculated that this was related to his large err... 'frame' and for being really, really, fucking stubborn

Badger - for being a small but vicious/fearless (stupid) little shit and wrestling his beer back off the great John T. Vermillion when the great man picked it up from the bar by accident. The big fat arsehole. It was a battle of pathepic (read that as you will) proportions.

Life was never the same again. They even changed the names as they appeared in their phones.

Some weeks later the boys (now men) left the USA. Some were richer, some were poorer, but all just a little bit wiser to the world.

And so the legend goes that they went back to their lives, and back to their identities.

But the legend lies.

The Badger is back!

And here's what happened next......