The text message comes in too late. Well-intentioned but ill-timed; “Tattoos are a terrible idea. Eat more poutine instead.”
Words/Images: Heidi Swift
Solid advice from a wife who probably knows what she’s talking about – we are in the poutine center of the world after all. But the artwork has already been laid out and scaled and stenciled onto skin. The boys are standing around in cycling kit in various stages of undress. Jazz is holding his drawing up to his right collarbone, just below the scar from his surgery a few years ago. The tattoo, like the scar, is a rite of passage of some kind, though we haven’t quite identified what exactly he’s passing from and to. We just know that it’s important.
Read Part One: clif.montreal.pelotonmagazine.com