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Amphipoda@yahoo.com
Guest
Long story, but better than nuttin'...
I've got these two guys I've known
forever, Spaz and Two-A-day, been
part of my life since junior high
school. Spaz, predictably, grew up
to be the stereotypical clumsy nerd
equipped with deluxe pocket protector,
coke bottle thick glasses, and persistent
acne. Two-A-Day on the other hand was
a bit of a ladies man in his youth and
somehow over the years managed to corner
the market on bullshit. By chance or by
master planning we get together every
few years, rent a boat, and try to kill
a few fish. This was the first year Spaz
and Two-A-Day came to visit me since Amphi,
my pride and joy, became a member of our family.
Upon formal introductions with Amphi,
both Spaz and Two-A-Day agreed it was
a "cute set of wheels," but neither of
them saw the propellers and surely didn't
fathom Amphi's unique capabilities. Amphi
whispered a plan of aqueous surprise and I
voiced aloud that tomorrow we will take Amphi
to the lake to "rent a boat." Spaz and
Two-A-Day agreed, but on one condition?
that I pay for the boat rental and they buy
the beer. Seemed fair enough? Deal!
Late Sunday morning we embarked to the lake
with an arsenal of fishing tackle, licenses,
and a cooler full of assorted sandwiches and
a cornucopia of ice cold amber ale beverages.
This would be a male bonding voyage of epic
proportions. Three old buddies going fishing,
swapping lies, and consuming mass quantities of
consumables. Does it get any better than that?
Well let me tell you my fin finned friends? Amphi
knows how to make a good time even better.
I offered to drop the guys off at the launch
ramp while I go park Amphi and "rent us a boat
for the day." As we approached the ramp the
locals who recognized Amphi began to wave and
cheer. Spaz commented from the back seat how
friendly folks are in these parts. Meanwhile
in the passenger seat Two-A-Day spotted a pair
of shapely roller-blade girls and he wanted to
climb out to collect phone numbers. Amphi
whispered, "now!" I gunned the engine and barked
out, "HOLD ON!" Spaz grabbed hold of my shoulder
and squeezed with the intensity of the old Star Trek
Spock Vulcan Death Grip and Two-A-Day yelled
profanity I'd not heard since army boot camp.
Amphi loves this sort of thing ya know. We hit
the water doing about 15 mph, (pretty tame by
Celina standards), and then I casually leaned
over and engaged the propellers?.. Varooommmmm
and away we floated. Eventually Spaz eased up
on the shoulder death grip and slid his grip to
around my neck, while Two-A-day stopped cursing
in exchange for punching my already sore shoulder.
It took them a few minutes to compose themselves
and even less time to open the cooler. After few
hours, several hundred questions and some highly
embellished answers, and a pile of empty bottles,...
not one fish. Not even a nibble for that matter.
But it really didn't matter about the lack of
fish because we were hangin' together, three old
buddies, just floating in an Amphicar on the lake.
No, it doesn't get any better than that.
Thanks Amphi.
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego, CA
PS - to Dave the Wave, what's Marge the Wave's
email address? I want her to see these 3 sexy little
passengers YOU snagged off the Moose Lodge pier.
Just kiddin mate. I haven't developed the 4 rolls yet,
but you'll be the first to know when I do.
PSS - 100,000 hits to amphicar.com! Whoa, that is cool!
I've got these two guys I've known
forever, Spaz and Two-A-day, been
part of my life since junior high
school. Spaz, predictably, grew up
to be the stereotypical clumsy nerd
equipped with deluxe pocket protector,
coke bottle thick glasses, and persistent
acne. Two-A-Day on the other hand was
a bit of a ladies man in his youth and
somehow over the years managed to corner
the market on bullshit. By chance or by
master planning we get together every
few years, rent a boat, and try to kill
a few fish. This was the first year Spaz
and Two-A-Day came to visit me since Amphi,
my pride and joy, became a member of our family.
Upon formal introductions with Amphi,
both Spaz and Two-A-Day agreed it was
a "cute set of wheels," but neither of
them saw the propellers and surely didn't
fathom Amphi's unique capabilities. Amphi
whispered a plan of aqueous surprise and I
voiced aloud that tomorrow we will take Amphi
to the lake to "rent a boat." Spaz and
Two-A-Day agreed, but on one condition?
that I pay for the boat rental and they buy
the beer. Seemed fair enough? Deal!
Late Sunday morning we embarked to the lake
with an arsenal of fishing tackle, licenses,
and a cooler full of assorted sandwiches and
a cornucopia of ice cold amber ale beverages.
This would be a male bonding voyage of epic
proportions. Three old buddies going fishing,
swapping lies, and consuming mass quantities of
consumables. Does it get any better than that?
Well let me tell you my fin finned friends? Amphi
knows how to make a good time even better.
I offered to drop the guys off at the launch
ramp while I go park Amphi and "rent us a boat
for the day." As we approached the ramp the
locals who recognized Amphi began to wave and
cheer. Spaz commented from the back seat how
friendly folks are in these parts. Meanwhile
in the passenger seat Two-A-Day spotted a pair
of shapely roller-blade girls and he wanted to
climb out to collect phone numbers. Amphi
whispered, "now!" I gunned the engine and barked
out, "HOLD ON!" Spaz grabbed hold of my shoulder
and squeezed with the intensity of the old Star Trek
Spock Vulcan Death Grip and Two-A-Day yelled
profanity I'd not heard since army boot camp.
Amphi loves this sort of thing ya know. We hit
the water doing about 15 mph, (pretty tame by
Celina standards), and then I casually leaned
over and engaged the propellers?.. Varooommmmm
and away we floated. Eventually Spaz eased up
on the shoulder death grip and slid his grip to
around my neck, while Two-A-day stopped cursing
in exchange for punching my already sore shoulder.
It took them a few minutes to compose themselves
and even less time to open the cooler. After few
hours, several hundred questions and some highly
embellished answers, and a pile of empty bottles,...
not one fish. Not even a nibble for that matter.
But it really didn't matter about the lack of
fish because we were hangin' together, three old
buddies, just floating in an Amphicar on the lake.
No, it doesn't get any better than that.
Thanks Amphi.
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego, CA
PS - to Dave the Wave, what's Marge the Wave's
email address? I want her to see these 3 sexy little
passengers YOU snagged off the Moose Lodge pier.
Just kiddin mate. I haven't developed the 4 rolls yet,
but you'll be the first to know when I do.
PSS - 100,000 hits to amphicar.com! Whoa, that is cool!