Big Joe 622. At my heaviest I used to weigh 622 pounds.... OK I am lying.

I was once over 300 when I was truck driving at one time but that has nothing to do with the name.

My boss at the machine shop has a (and I'm not making this up) mildly retarded foster brother named Lonnie that serves as janitor, floor sweeper, and shop helper when it comes to running the saw and fetching parts to and from. I used to (and still do) take him for rides on my bike and he would come back to the shop and tell everyone that Big Joe took him for a ride. One ride is usally good for about 4 days of reminding everyone that he got to ride to town. I been taking him up and down the road for 14-15 years now. So Lonnie actually gave me my street name.

The 622 is my birthday. So I'll expect cards and a cake next summer.

later
Big Joe