Propellers, impellers . . . oars . . .

There's nothing like a nice small-boat trip to cheer things up! And as is always the case with these trips, it landed up quite when I wasn't expecting it :D!!Yes, yes, yours truly always has that stupid grin plastered all over his face whenever out in a small boat :P.

Anyway, so I got to wondering today why boats have never featured in my almost-manic interest in things with engines (the car/bike type thingies). Of course it might be 'cos of the rather marked lack of them in my life until eight months back. But my interest is quickly covering the lost ground. It helps that I can actually drive those things myself now :D. As in, I'm not a certified coxwain yet, in fact far from it, but then licence type things have never really stopped me >:).

Paul, Dave, Colin. Quite the cool, trusty bunch :D.

There's another major factor at play here. Friends elsewhere (read on land!) are buying cars. And om pseud ones at that!!! Nissan 350 Z Fairlady's and B M W Z3's and VolksWagen Beetle's and what not. And of course it makes decidedly minimal sense for me to think about buying a car, what with floating around in miscellaneous seas for half the year and pushing papers at miscellaneous offices in foreign countries for half the rest...

Right, boats, and to justify the header to some extent: I noticed a very very major difference between propellers and impeller-driven water jets! The latter are a damn sight faster! And a million times more manouverable! But what's most interesting is, all the small boats, despite the powerful props and jets and all that, always have one wooden oar stowed away. Just in case :D.

Feeling: enthusiastic!
Listening to: Avril Lavigne - Sk8er boi