Bought a Boat. Didn’t Die.

We fell in love with sailing the most logical way possible: by purchasing a floating death trap with zero experience, because apparently, "responsible adulthood" felt a little too easy. While the Ottawa River community was busy keeping us from inadvertently becoming part of the ecosystem, we realized that most boating gear has the personality of a damp saltine cracker. So, we birthed Railmeat Apparel—a love letter to the chaotic, stubborn, pasta-powered legends who actually inhabit the water. We’re trading generic mall-brand vibes for clothes that reflect the beautiful, sunburnt misfits we call friends. In short, we took a leap of faith, managed not to drown, and built a brand for the rest of us.

THE RAILMEAT ROSTER

Christian Voyer
Luke Strickland
"Sea"Drik
Eva Doucette

Hard to beat, harder to ignore.

Meet our crew of absolute legends—a squad of racers who prove that elite performance is usually just high-speed chaos in a comfortable hoodie. These four are the heart of the brand, dominating podiums and owning the after-party with the kind of skill that makes "professionalism" look boring. They’re unstoppable, unavoidable, and currently out-training everyone while the rest of us are still defrosting. We’re ridiculously proud to have them representing us on the water, mostly because they prove you can be a world-class athlete and a total disruptor at the same time. Watch out for them this season; they’re coming for the trophies, and they’re doing it with style.

#ShowUsYourBoat Challenge

Stop overcomplicating your life and join a global challenge so beautifully stupid it’s basically free therapy. Grab any scrap of paper—a receipt, old homework, or those final divorce papers—fold it into a boat, and snap a photo somewhere interesting enough to make the internet actually care. It sounds dumb, but people are somehow turning this into museum-level art, and frankly, we have nothing better to do. So quit scrolling, start folding, and #ShowYourBoat. Because let’s be honest: the dumbest ideas are always the ones worth doing. Let’s go.

What does "railmeat" mean?

Railmeat isn’t a career; it’s a spiritual calling for the professionally lazy. Your entire job description is to sit on the edge of a boat like a decorative sack of potatoes until someone screams at you to move your useless body to the other side. It’s the only gig on earth where your primary value is having a pulse, a butt, and a total lack of interest in spreadsheets. If you can handle front-row sunsets, cold beer, and existing beautifully while being yelled at, congratulations—you’re overqualified.
make tThe Flappy-Flaps (n.) • Yacht Club term: Tell-tales."Those little pieces of yarn that tell you which way the wind is blowing. Because apparently, feeling the giant invisible force hitting your face isn’t scientific enough. If they’re flapping, you’re winning. Or losing. Honestly, they’re just there to look busy while you look for your beer."
The Pointy-End (n.)• Yacht Club term: The Bow."The part of the boat that hits things first. We call it the 'Pointy-End' because it’s shaped like a triangle and I’m not a geometry teacher. If this part is underwater, you’ve made a series of very poor life choices."
The Whippy-Stick (n.)• Yacht Club term: The Tiller."The stick you move to make the boat go 'that-a-way.' If you move it left, the boat goes right. Because sailing wasn't complicated enough, we decided to he steering work like a mirror in a funhouse."