Cardigan? No! Pullover? Definitely not. It’s the sticker that you’re gonna want reppin’ on the side of your 84’ Sheep Dog when you’re headed down to where the beer flows like wine and where women instinctively flock like the Salmon of Capistrano. That’s right my friend. A little place called Aspen. Throw this bad boy up anywhere you please with the confidence that you don’t have to worry about the “gas man” or some “winin’, dinin’, sixty-nining” gorilla chasin’ you down cause you made him pay your tab.