We had a mixed gender 8 over here in H grade just after they invented that grade. They raced as the Heavenly Eight because they reckoned the next grade was deceased. Then someone invented I grade. Then J grade.
In a Head of the Yarra crew from SA one of the blokes was looking a bit crook, to put it mildly, and the rest of the crew were discussing how to manage the situation. The bloke in charge suggested taping the oar handles to his hands and putting bungy chords strategically so at least he'd be assured of finishing.
Old fart rowing is where I learned the phrases "It's not for sissies, this growing old business" and "I don't buy green bananas or hard avocados"
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