I assume you don't really want to see a collection of photos from Ragnar DC, so I'll spare you. (Though they'll be popping up on Facebook over the next several days, I'm assured.) But I figured the people of G:TB would get a kick out of this one.
The population of my van consisted of me, my wife, two neighbors of ours, and two guys I hadn't met prior to running the race. When I returned to the van after hitting the rest room early in the race to find the message under the driver's side door, I knew I'd found kindred dipshit spirits. I wasn't disappointed. (In a preposterous coincidence, one of the guys I hadn't met is married to one of the late, great Dave Flynn's wife's best friends.)
Who's doing it with us next year? I can promise giddy, punch-drunk comedy, open air sleeping, milkshakes at 2:00 am in the presence of the cows that produced the milk, the occasional middle distance run, and well-earned postrace beers. See you at the starting line.