Shoes - Feet
March 2002
There's an old proverb that says, "I cried because I had no shoes,
until I met a man who had no feet."
Kinda felt that way yesterday. It's the usual thing that'll get a
Fly Baby driver in trouble...a clear, beautiful sunshiny day with an
ground-level OAT near freezing. I had, just HAD to fly the eighty
miles to Arlington and back to see what was happening up there.
I made one of the kinds of mistakes I hated to make: I didn't
dress warmly enough for the trip. And like an idiot, I didn't
want to waste the time to turn around, fly home, and put on some warmer
duds.
Anyway, I was cruising along, hunched forward behind the windscreen
putting my hands alternately under the instrument panel to let them
suck up a little warmth from the heater. I started passing over
Lake Sammamish, a large body of water a few miles east of Lake
Washington.
And I noticed boats in the water. "Ooookayyy," I thought.
Maybe a boat would be a LITTLE colder than the Fly Baby on a day like
today. Then I noticed a funny, swerving trail behind one fast-moving
boat.
A water skier.
Just as I was mentally remarking about how THAT might be a quite a bit
colder than my Fly Baby, I noticed splashes. Three skips, getting
closer together, then a big ka-splunky one.
Yep. The skier had wiped out.
He probably had a wet suit on, but I bet THAT was a real shock.
The thought warmed me up for a good ten seconds....:-)
Ron Wanttaja
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