OK, now shit is starting to get better in my mental dojo! I just found The Sword Black River t-shirt. This is going to be perfect to wear après race this summer and will look awesome as I wield my (yet to be purchased) Viking sword at throngs of recovering racers with one hand and hold aloft a goblet of strong ale (or reasonable facsimile) in the other while screaming “MAKE YOUR STAND WITH THE GREAT HOUND, THE FRONTIER IS LOST! BLACK WATERS LIE BEFORE YOU, TOGETHER YOU CROSS!!” as Jake The Dog walks menacingly at my side (until he falls asleep in a pool of his own jowls).
Alright, alright… That probably won’t happen but it will be fine to throw on after I change out of my salt stained kit and drink a beer as I make my way through groups of sand bagging Sport class racers wearing Breath Right strips and recovery socks talking loudly about “how much the course sucked” to check out the results, see I finished next to last (no doubt right in front of the dude that broke a chain and double flatted) in the old man Expert Open class and leave before awards start without talking to anyone other than a couple of locals.
Either scenario works, especially since “Our number is few, our errand is dire, we do what must be done,” or something like that.