Or pitch-poling your cat. Almost did that on Lake Tahoe many years ago, pretty far from shore. This was before I knew that survival time in that water is measured in minutes, even in the summer, because it's so cold.
Going really fast in a cat, hanging in a bosun's chair, with the stays humming loud enough to hear a few hundred feet away -- now that's an endorphin generator! Nick > -----Original Message----- > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]On > Behalf Of Russell Chapman > Sent: Wednesday, July 17, 2002 8:09 PM > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: CD's > > > Marvin Long, Jr. wrote: > > >Ain't it though? Going really fast in a sailboat that's tilted way over > >just make you look at the yahoos on sea-doos and speedboats and think, > >"Pffft. Suckers." > > > Right up until the moment when you realise you're showing way too much > keel, and it's way too late to let off the sheet (or alternatively, > watching the other half of the cat go too far under the surface). Then > you just hope the speedboat drivers aren't watching, but knowing they're > chuckling away as you drag the sails out of the water... > Cheers > Russell C. > (Sorry Deb, if that imagery is distressing for you...)
