| After being kicked out of the Peace Corps in '89 for fondling the genitalia
of a pygmy goat, Rob got a job as a roadie for Foghat on their
"triumphant comeback tour of 1990". That didn't pan out for anyone involved.
Broke, depressed, and chemically dependent, Rob prayed at an altar that has saved
many a lost soul...the bike. After pedaling many miles, most while drunk,
his path crossed with Evil. Nothing has been the same since. Sometimes it's the one little moment that can change all the
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Clark
