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Many may know that in the beginning (my beginning) there were boats. Nitro Boats. I don't know any other life without them. Don't even think my dad has missed a single race season since 1967 or somewhere around there, so for me boats have been around for a long time so much so there are some funny things that were twisted reality in my mind because of them. Here are a few.
When I think back to as far back as I can remember anything, I do remember that I don't think I had ever been to a lake without boats running. That was so much so that I remember thinking that the sweet smell of nitro was what flowers smelled like at a lake. I had experienced the scent so much and so often, but only at lake sites that it was a seemingly natrural smell to me. It wasn't until I started racing and I was closer to running boats that it clicked in my mind that it came from the boats at the lake not the flowers. Before that the noise of those nitro engines unmuffled frightened me to tears as a toddler.
But get this...
That noise that brought me to tears as a toddler eventually turned to a sound of comfort as I remember that the zipping sound of hyrdos was my lullaby for my afternoon nap in the back of the car. When the boats "Stopped" running is when I woke up.
How's that for twisted.
Any twisted boating stories of your own?
One other thing... I just recently learned that "running" boats is an awkrard phrase for some. I was talking one day about running boats and one guy said to me with a straight face What do you mean by running boats. Don't they go in the water? How can you run on water? True Story.
When I think back to as far back as I can remember anything, I do remember that I don't think I had ever been to a lake without boats running. That was so much so that I remember thinking that the sweet smell of nitro was what flowers smelled like at a lake. I had experienced the scent so much and so often, but only at lake sites that it was a seemingly natrural smell to me. It wasn't until I started racing and I was closer to running boats that it clicked in my mind that it came from the boats at the lake not the flowers. Before that the noise of those nitro engines unmuffled frightened me to tears as a toddler.
But get this...
That noise that brought me to tears as a toddler eventually turned to a sound of comfort as I remember that the zipping sound of hyrdos was my lullaby for my afternoon nap in the back of the car. When the boats "Stopped" running is when I woke up.
How's that for twisted.
Any twisted boating stories of your own?
One other thing... I just recently learned that "running" boats is an awkrard phrase for some. I was talking one day about running boats and one guy said to me with a straight face What do you mean by running boats. Don't they go in the water? How can you run on water? True Story.
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