How Not To Decorate.
These floatouts are getting easier, lol, now that ive done my 8th one.
The other day the Echo got a nail in the rear tyre. Turns out, as i should have guessed, that the bugger was packing a space saving donut in its trunk (rather than a set of 9 inch wide yokohamas). The whole ordeal sickened me. I fuckin hate donuts, lol. In the end tho the changing of the flat to the donut proved to a benficial experience... for someone, lol.
The bastard had quite a singing voice on it, as i discovered when i fanged it down to the WBPS Cable tunnel expo. The tunnel had slightly less water. Oriface n friend actually paddled thru it while the rest of us waded until our groins decide against further temperature extremes. No Steve The turk, and plenty of 'Sydney Sandstone covered with concrete, just beautiful'
Yesterday i got the spare repaired, bought an explorer 200, a belt (cos ive lost masel 4kgs n ma fuckin troosers keep fawin' doon!), marvelled at Blundstones half the size of my own, went out to St Micheals Cave, got hit by a wave, then went to the darling harbour floatout. Curly was running it and a good 20 odd folks showed up, n after 20 minutes of hyperventilaton we hit up the tidal section.
My paddling technique has not impoved over the years, as was so plainly and repeatedly pointed out. I blame the extra 51kgs i was having to shift. :D
Ended up teabagging the lightly oiled waters of the Woolloomoolloo Resevoir. Gotta get back n get photos of it now that its taken on water.
The other day the Echo got a nail in the rear tyre. Turns out, as i should have guessed, that the bugger was packing a space saving donut in its trunk (rather than a set of 9 inch wide yokohamas). The whole ordeal sickened me. I fuckin hate donuts, lol. In the end tho the changing of the flat to the donut proved to a benficial experience... for someone, lol.
The bastard had quite a singing voice on it, as i discovered when i fanged it down to the WBPS Cable tunnel expo. The tunnel had slightly less water. Oriface n friend actually paddled thru it while the rest of us waded until our groins decide against further temperature extremes. No Steve The turk, and plenty of 'Sydney Sandstone covered with concrete, just beautiful'
Yesterday i got the spare repaired, bought an explorer 200, a belt (cos ive lost masel 4kgs n ma fuckin troosers keep fawin' doon!), marvelled at Blundstones half the size of my own, went out to St Micheals Cave, got hit by a wave, then went to the darling harbour floatout. Curly was running it and a good 20 odd folks showed up, n after 20 minutes of hyperventilaton we hit up the tidal section.
My paddling technique has not impoved over the years, as was so plainly and repeatedly pointed out. I blame the extra 51kgs i was having to shift. :D
Ended up teabagging the lightly oiled waters of the Woolloomoolloo Resevoir. Gotta get back n get photos of it now that its taken on water.