As long as I started this because of you Baco', let me give you creds. Without you this wouldn't have happened the way it did. Life on the epilimnon is grand. 16 feet of liquid displacement, pushed by a moderately eco-nice 6hp Quatro Stroke.
It get's there
and back.
Rows like what it is, which beats doggy paddlin' behind it. But it's mine all mine. My first car was a 1978 shit brown Dodge Colt sedan 3 door. It was ugly, but it ran and I was free to careen off into any ditch I wanted. It's kinda like that. I'm too thrilled to care that your metallic bespeckled freak raft can swamp it at half throttle. (Is that 200 horses thar Ace & Gary?) I soak my dubbing at under 5 mph, and thats only when the wind kicks up.
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