Between the maple syrup shots, Cyberia, pickle hand ups, breathtaking views, the stray devil/yeti/unicorn in the woods, and 1,500 of your now closest comrades in Rasputitsa insanity, it really is the coolest “race” vibe you could imagine.
Anthony Clark, like Spicoli, is impervious to the typical cycling demeanor and stereotypes, and what we love and adore about Clark is he doesn't project not projecting arrogance or hatred. His hugs are real. His nature is genuine. His "ride on" bravado is one that not only attracts and causes the desire to assimilate, but it allures even the youngest of fans to perceive coolness as qualities of self-respect.
Anyone familiar with the Rouge River area of Quebec might have some rafting experience under their life jacket. At least for me it served as my first and laster whitewater rafting experience. Those Class V rapids urged me to trade my yellow helmet for a more ventilated version and a two-wheeled vessel.