After the race, Dan and I walked to Newport for some Dewey's. This T-shirt with an ironed-on picture was draped across the side of the Purple People Bridge. WTF? I would be a little weirded out if someone ditched a shirt with my picture in plain view of all river-crossing riff raff. It wasn't like it was lying in a heap so no one could see the photo - someone carefully hung it so everyone crossing the bridge could take a good look. I almost didn't get this picture because three dirty old men were admiring it. Ew.
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