OH YES. Above: Me at the Team Macho hiding spot of piece #4, and then me SUPER PUMPED at my awesome painting. Yeah, I'm bragging, but I believe it is justified! I've been fruitlessly Team Macho Scavenging for weeks, only to realize after my searches that the works had already been discovered. And so I set out on a journey into the depths of (gasp) North York and swore to not return until I was +1 Macho points.
The clues sent me to a massive bridge, and my instinct was to search below, and so I trekked to the river below and spent half an hour climbing rafters (while wearing spandex) and poking through hobo-caches. I must admit there was doubt in the air whether I would ever be successful when I opened a suitcase to find a soiled blanket and a pair of handcuffs.
Morale was low, and I had almost given up when it started to spit rain. I climbed out of the valley with my head hung low. Crossing the bridge back to my parked bike, I peeked over the edge... and Lo! There it was! To "you <3"! That's me!
I am overjoyed. The world is a brighter place.
Let's go get a beer, everybody!
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