After the first occasion, I never much cared for the "multi-skiers thing". There was never really anywhere to go after getting ski-borne. You could pull up on your towline and switch places with others, but to avoid collsions with each other, that was it.
(Except it was kind of fun to all go one direction, panicking the boat's operator!)
My single-best specialty was being towed by my teeth! Alas, without my glasses, I couldn't tell that my friends never saw that one performance—and my gums got to aching afterwards.
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Originally Posted by sa meredith
"...I love reading stuff like this...things we all did "back in the day". It was good fun, although highly irresponsible, and possibly dangerous..."
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A missing stop sign is a definite "no-no" but it's been apologized for.
After reading this—which followed the reading of Pineneedles' account:
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"...Dad does his best to stop the blood and the boat. If it wasn't for his injury, 5 stitches, it would have been comical to watch..."
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These comments had me do an "inventory-count" of my bodily scars, stitches and broken bones. (Bruises DO go away).
I accounted for ladders, staircases, bicycles, attics and automobile hand tools, but I can't trace a single one to stunts on the Lake.
Have I stumbled onto the elusive definition of "Using Common Sense on the Lake", or is this Forum's
collective scarrings a good source for the "grist-mill"?
