The Comradery of Defeat
Imagine you are sitting on the front porch of an old southern plantation house, telling tales of races near and far, one evening in the summer. It’s not too hot because the sun is setting, but the humidity is fairly high since it’s July in North Carolina. A nice breeze blows across the porch as everyone takes turns sharing their best race stories. When the time comes for Randal to share, he pauses and continues to slowly rock in his...
