Jeff soon realised that stealing the World's tallest man's bike was a bad idea.

Try as they may, the aliens couldn't pry Timmy from his Schwinn. Some mighty powerful buttcheeks on that boy.

Having literally lost his shirt in Las Vegas, young Mr. Proctor was forced to find alternative transportation.

Billy didn't mind being called short; just don't call him "late for dinner."

Young Lance worried that he might never reach the pedals unless he gave up on Texas and moved to France.

Floyd continued to insist that the high levels of artificial testosterone found in his bloodstream were being transferred directly to his butt from his bike, and any other explanation should be deemed a conspiracy.

I'm a dork

Billy's friends found him to be a little "high in the instep" if you know what I mean.

Scale people, I keep telling you the humans notice these things.

He had a complete contempt for other bikers and often tended to look down on them.

That bike is HUGE!

How the F--- am I supposed to get on this thing

John Holms, shown here in younger days with his specially modified bicycle, had problems with his "special parts" well before he became famous for them...

hey, pssssssst...i really am a mutant, and my legs extend so i can ride this here bicycle. i know, shitty powers to have right? whatever.