steve_ohhh (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} steve_ohhh) wrote,@ 2005-06-21 23:03:00 |
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A Crazy/Fun Day
During the party at my house last weekend, Kinsey, Ryan, Fredi, Robby, and I decided to go out on the lake today to go tubing. At 10:30 today I found out that Kentress and Danny B (D Bass) would be joining us. That's 7 people for a 5 person boat. That's 1250 pounds for a boat that holds 700 pounds. After spending an hour in Brentwood, getting lunch and working things out in town, we headed for Percy Priest Lake off of I-40. The trip only took about 20-30 minutes, even with a boat in tow.
The boat was so small that I decided to leave my back pack in Kinsey's car, and while I was away Kinsey rammed the boat into the dock. He said, "I was confused on what to do so I gunned it". Makes sense to me, I guess. All 7 of us piled into the boat and we struggled across the water. Kent and Ryan took the tube first, and Kinsey gunned it for the first time on open water. We hit about 15 miles per hour and it was pitiful. Eventually Kent and Ryan decided to stand up and fall backwards, so that was sweet.
We all decided that we had way too many people on the boat and that some needed to be dropped off, so we found an island and Kent and Ryan swam to it with a bottle of whiskey in hand, after an excellent Kinsey throw. To cut out a lot of the details, Kent got drunk, Ryan got wasted, Robby got a little drunk, Danny B got a little drunk, and Fredi, Kinsey, and I didn't drink at all; I had the best wipe out (and stayed on the longest).
Kinsey, Fredi, and I towed a father and son from Hendersonville whose SeaDoo had broken down. It took forever because the boat could only go 10 mph with a heavy tow like a SeaDoo.
After that we went to a cliff in what we thought was public property. After 6 jumped a guy came by and told us to get out because it was private property. Everyone was climbing the cliff side so the only way to get down was to jump and he yelled at us for that too.
Kinsey yelled, "What the f*** are they supposed to do?"
Five were in the boat and Fredi and Dbass were being towed. About 200 yards out I heard, "1...2...3... F*** YOU!!!" from Robby, Kent, and Ryan. Very mature, I thought. Not 2 seconds after they said that, the boat stopped. I started wondering if I was in a movie, or a reality TV show, perhaps, because of the uncanny timing. I was waiting for the dude to come out with a sniper rifle and pick us off one by one for being such dicks. After all, he did have his binoculars out to check the license number on the side of the boat, so this dude was serious. The lake cops never came, but 20 minutes later Ryan and I decided to try to swim the boat back in -- my reasoning: well I haven't worked out yet today, so I'll do it. With Ryan and me on the front of the boat, holding onto a rope, the boat kicked on and Ryan and I started screaming. Ryan let go and I started straddling the front of the boat, wondering if I was about to be cut up by the propeller on the engine. Kinsey cut the engine, though, and we were safe.
We got back to the dock and tried our best to put the boat safely back on the trailer. Something was wrong, I knew, but it looked pretty secure. Right after getting onto I-40 West, Kinsey declared that the boat was definietly loose. We decided to pull over and secure it -- on the side of I-40, just east of the airport. This is a very, very busy road, especially seeing as it was rush hour. I figured out the problem and we took off again. Forty minutes later and Ryan and I got to his house.
We swam and hot tubbed it for a while. His dad came home, driving a 2006 Corvette, which isn't even available to the public yet (his dad works for GM, so he gets some sweet hookups). He let Ryan drive the two of us around his neighborhood. It can't be described. 505 horsepower, 7.0 litre, all the amenities. Will retail for $70,000.
Matt, I am sure you are very jealous at this point. You should be.
Today was great.
During the party at my house last weekend, Kinsey, Ryan, Fredi, Robby, and I decided to go out on the lake today to go tubing. At 10:30 today I found out that Kentress and Danny B (D Bass) would be joining us. That's 7 people for a 5 person boat. That's 1250 pounds for a boat that holds 700 pounds. After spending an hour in Brentwood, getting lunch and working things out in town, we headed for Percy Priest Lake off of I-40. The trip only took about 20-30 minutes, even with a boat in tow.
The boat was so small that I decided to leave my back pack in Kinsey's car, and while I was away Kinsey rammed the boat into the dock. He said, "I was confused on what to do so I gunned it". Makes sense to me, I guess. All 7 of us piled into the boat and we struggled across the water. Kent and Ryan took the tube first, and Kinsey gunned it for the first time on open water. We hit about 15 miles per hour and it was pitiful. Eventually Kent and Ryan decided to stand up and fall backwards, so that was sweet.
We all decided that we had way too many people on the boat and that some needed to be dropped off, so we found an island and Kent and Ryan swam to it with a bottle of whiskey in hand, after an excellent Kinsey throw. To cut out a lot of the details, Kent got drunk, Ryan got wasted, Robby got a little drunk, Danny B got a little drunk, and Fredi, Kinsey, and I didn't drink at all; I had the best wipe out (and stayed on the longest).
Kinsey, Fredi, and I towed a father and son from Hendersonville whose SeaDoo had broken down. It took forever because the boat could only go 10 mph with a heavy tow like a SeaDoo.
After that we went to a cliff in what we thought was public property. After 6 jumped a guy came by and told us to get out because it was private property. Everyone was climbing the cliff side so the only way to get down was to jump and he yelled at us for that too.
Kinsey yelled, "What the f*** are they supposed to do?"
Five were in the boat and Fredi and Dbass were being towed. About 200 yards out I heard, "1...2...3... F*** YOU!!!" from Robby, Kent, and Ryan. Very mature, I thought. Not 2 seconds after they said that, the boat stopped. I started wondering if I was in a movie, or a reality TV show, perhaps, because of the uncanny timing. I was waiting for the dude to come out with a sniper rifle and pick us off one by one for being such dicks. After all, he did have his binoculars out to check the license number on the side of the boat, so this dude was serious. The lake cops never came, but 20 minutes later Ryan and I decided to try to swim the boat back in -- my reasoning: well I haven't worked out yet today, so I'll do it. With Ryan and me on the front of the boat, holding onto a rope, the boat kicked on and Ryan and I started screaming. Ryan let go and I started straddling the front of the boat, wondering if I was about to be cut up by the propeller on the engine. Kinsey cut the engine, though, and we were safe.
We got back to the dock and tried our best to put the boat safely back on the trailer. Something was wrong, I knew, but it looked pretty secure. Right after getting onto I-40 West, Kinsey declared that the boat was definietly loose. We decided to pull over and secure it -- on the side of I-40, just east of the airport. This is a very, very busy road, especially seeing as it was rush hour. I figured out the problem and we took off again. Forty minutes later and Ryan and I got to his house.
We swam and hot tubbed it for a while. His dad came home, driving a 2006 Corvette, which isn't even available to the public yet (his dad works for GM, so he gets some sweet hookups). He let Ryan drive the two of us around his neighborhood. It can't be described. 505 horsepower, 7.0 litre, all the amenities. Will retail for $70,000.
Matt, I am sure you are very jealous at this point. You should be.
Today was great.
