Black lettering tattoo of a three-line quote about winning and refusing to lose, set across the side of a thigh in a serif typeface.

Quote tattoo on the side of a thigh

Lettering · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of three lines of black serif lettering tattooed on the outer thigh, reading a motivational quote about winning. The text is crisp, with even black ink and clean, uniform linework across the letters. The picture is taken at a slight angle from above, with a yellow top and dark shorts visible at the top of the frame against a plain skin background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Porthaf expected Dilys Pugh to finish the hill climb, least of all Dilys. Her Morris Minor was older than the two lads' Escorts put together, with a cracked windscreen held together by masking tape and a dog-eared prayer card tucked above the sun visor. The lads laughed at her in the car park outside the Ship Inn, and one of them offered to tow her home for a fiver.

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The climb was a mile of single track up from the harbour, gravel and tar patches, with a hairpin at the chapel that had claimed a wing mirror every year since 1979. The Escorts went up like hornets. By the chapel bend Dilys could see their dust hanging over the valley, and the Minor's temperature needle had crept into the red. She stopped pretending she could catch them and simply kept her foot steady, feeling the gears slip and bite again.

At the top, old Ifan the marshal waved both Escorts through the finish with his flag gone grey from weather, then leaned over the wall and looked back down the track. One had pulled into the ditch with a snapped fan belt. The other had gone off at the hairpin and was sitting in a hedge with its bonnet folded like a paper hat. Dilys came up the last rise on a cough and a prayer, steam pouring from under the bonnet.

'You're last,' Ifan said, not unkindly, when she climbed out. 'Which means you're the only one still going.' She looked at the two broken cars, then at the bent card above the visor, and for once she didn't argue.