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I have my work done, its beautiful outside, its 70 degrees and watermaster is keeping flows at a prime level for Sous for a few more days. oh yea!

THanks C!~

You know you're a kayaker when...
* You watch the weather and think "heavy rain" is a "good" weather forecast.
* You can't drive over a river without looking up stream longing to be out there.
* Whenever you give directions you include phrases like "cross over the X river" but you can't remember the road names, "there is a pond on your left" or "the road follows the river" etc.
* You avoid buying a car that just doesn't look right with a boat on top (a sports car, luxury car), or one that can't hold a car-top-carrier (convertible, tee top).
* When your basement smells like a combination of old polypro and stale river water.
* You are familiar with every navigable river, stream, creek, pond, and lake within 20 miles of home, and know of the best within 100 miles.
* Your significant other is someone you met on the river.
* Your buddies ogle the gal (guy) in the next car, and you ogle her (his) boat.
* You choose a home based on its proximity to a river.
* When your boat is the current love of your life.
* When the folks at the local outfitters shop know you by name. (a.k.a. the "Cheers" effect).
* Your Sunday drives in the country with your family or significant other often includes detours to drive by a river or to an outfitter's shop.
* There is no room in your garage for your car because your boat(s) take up too much room.
* New paddling equipment takes priority over stocking the pantry.
* You actually don't mind the smell of old polypro.
* You have a canoe/kayak rider on your homeowner's insurance.
* You tell your significant other with a straight face that the garbage is too heavy, and then hoist a 50lb boat as if it weighed nothing.
* If you spend more time maintaining your boat(s) than you do for your car.
* You appear at a dentist's appointment in your wetsuit because there was simply no time to change.
* There are more AMC, AWA, THULE, DAGGER, MAD RIVER, PERCEPTION, etc. stickers on your car than visible paint.
* If it's not water & wind proof, it "ain't worth wearin".
* Your boat cost more than your car.
* After hauling you from the water, the first thing you ask the rescue crew is "how's my boat?"
* You call work to tell them your sick and then go paddling.

You find yourself humming Weather Channel tunes.

You look at the water slide at a theme park and try to figure out the best
line.

You knew Old Town when it was still New Town.

Your only considerations when buying a car are ground clearance and the
size of the rain gutters.

All career, personal, and financial decisions are judged by the criteria of
"How will this increase my paddling time?"

You visit Niagara Falls and find yourself picking out lines.

You have friends that you don't recognize without their helmet, pfd, and
paddling jacket.

You can ID make and model on a car topped canoe or kayak at a quarter mile.

The phrases "wet, sticky hole" and "blowing a ferry" in casual
conversation don't give you pause.

You have no trouble saying "Rotomolded Crosslink Polyethelyne" ten times
fast.
.. You buy a used car specifically because the guy will throw in the Yakima racks for an extra $50.
.. You're talking paddling to non-paddlers and not realizing when they've glazed over with boredom or left the room.
.. You attempt to roll just about anything that floats at theme parks.
.. You notice one day that you like the way your boy/girl friend smells when you both get off the water.
.. All your rendevous and evenings out on the town start by meeting with your friends at the local paddling store.
.. All your new shirts are some type of long underwear.
.. You have more paddles than pairs of pants.
.. You keep your boat on top of the car all the time so you can find your car in a crowded parking lot just by scanning the horizon.
.. You really like your new office chair that tilts and rotate -- what a great help for your stroke.
.. You use the company internet on a T1 for ultra/extra fast weather reports, river gauges and run a search on kayak paddle.
.. You bought a new van exactly like the old one because you do not want to buy a new kayak rack.
.. You start thinking seriously about building a paddle pool in your backyard.
.. Your 75 year old mother gives you silk long johns for Christmas.
.. You go on a business trip, and someone invariably calls the hotel a dump (no matter how nice it is). You start to agree, but then recall you spent last Saturday night sleeping on rocks gently rounded by the forces of nature. Plastic tarp is optional.
.. "Small craft advisories" make you praise the Ocean gods.
.. You measure major purchases relative to the cost of a new boat -- "Hmmm, that new computer will cost me about 2 1/2 kayak units."
.. You freely discuss how much you and others weigh, and don't feel self-concious about it, or about asking others how much they weigh. (Especially true around big guy boaters!! -- WB)
.. You feel all mushy inside when your wife gives you a drytop for Christmas.
.. After a car wreck, the first thing you check for is damage to your boat.
.. You sign up for a TV cable company only after checking out the quality of their Weather Channel.
.. Your wife says its got to be her or the boats, and you say 'Gosh I am going to miss you!'"
.. You're traveling in a pick-up, and when you stop to eat, you leave your luggage in the back, and lock you paddles in the cab.
.. At the end of a race you don't have enough energy to climb out of the boat and stumble into the bushes to puke.
.. You think that the boat in a Renoir painting is Kevlar.
.. You'd have to be anesthetized and tied down to go for a ride on a jetski. (Involuntarily, of course.)
.. You consider snow shoveling as training for spring.
.. You're old friends with a great blue heron.
.. Your yard looks like a cow pasture and the only grass you mow is to your shed.
.. You go to an art gallery, are looking at the landscapes and start wondering if there is an access agreement.
.. You use more than one type of tiedown for your boats.
.. You've decided that a complete set of Polartec underwear would make a nice gift.
.. You can't decide if you are spelling "k a y a k" frontwards or backwards.
.. You have a huge plastic storage tub that rides in the back seat to hold your wet clothes.
.. You paddle a six-mile marathon race and 15 mile sea trip one weekend, then head off on a thousand-mile round trip to a slalom the next weekend (oh, and then another 400 miler to another slalom the next weekend, then a Wildwater race, then .... no free weekends before Christmas now!)
.. You cause traffic to slow on the Interstate because you just drove over a river, and to had slow to look.
.. You talk the machine shop guys at work into making you roof racks for your new car.
.. You know the difference between polyester and epoxy resins.
.. You start using different length paddles in different boats.
.. Your main criteria for buying rope is- will it float.
.. You have more pictures on your desk of you in a boat than of your spouse and kids at a photographers.
.. You worry less about a big dent in your car, than about a small one in your composite boat.
.. Your basement floods, and the first thing you look for is your wet suit booties.
.. You have actually worn out a pair of patagonia baggies.
.. You have a Paddler Magazine calendar at work.
.. Your family hasn't seen you on a three day weekend since 1989.
.. In the winter you choose between paddling and skiing, and paddling usually wins out.
.. You spot boats on racks on the other side of the expressway, even during rush hour.
.. You refuse to take a business trip in the company car, because your racks won't fit it.
.. Your spouse paddles almost as much as you do.
.. You sometimes you don't unload your boat between trips.
.. You don't really mind the smell of your hi-float all that much anymore.
.. You wear out more than one paddle a year. Or you paid more than $150 for your paddle, and you are afraid to hit the rocks with it.
.. Even your neighbors don't know how many boats you own.
.. You have talked at least three co-workers into paddling with you.
.. You have two phone lists -- flatwater paddlers and whitewater buddies.
.. You think if a boat feels stable, it is probably not worth bothering with.
.. You are a member of more than two canoe clubs.
.. You know how much each of your boats weigh, but are not too sure about the weights of your children.
.. You spot a boat on a car around town, and usually know who it is.
.. You have roof racks on more than one vehicle.
.. You dirty as many water bottles as drinking glasses in the summer.
.. It doesn't sound weird to hear a man say "I like my skirt to fit real tight".
.. At some point in your life, you have kept boats in your living room.
.. You buy more stuff mail order than in stores.
.. You never forget to have dry clothes at the takeout.
.. You already know where you will be paddling next Memorial Day.
.. You know where to buy Kevlar by the foot. ..
.. Your spell checker has learned all the river names.
.. You find yourself comparing your salary to a raft guides, and wonder how you could get by in the off season.
.. Your co-workers know that open boaters can roll too.
.. The only pictures your spouse has of you show you in boats. And those boats are not always horizontal in the water.
.. You don't use a map when traveling in the Southeast anymore traveling.
.. You plan business trips where there are rivers.
.. You buy a cheap bike because you can use it to self shuttle, without worrying about it being stolen.
.. You've run two rivers in one day. In the past month.
.. You think nothing of driving 14 hours one way for 2 days on the river.
.. A trip to the grocery means stocking up for more then one river trip.
.. You've written Playboy suggesting they do a photo feature "Raft Guides of the Ocoee".
.. You don't ask directions to putins and takeouts any more.
.. You go to the boat shed and find a Freefall LT you forgot you owned.
.. You buy a short boat and a long car so you can lock the boat inside.
.. You don't recognize fellow paddlers when they haven't been wearing their helmets.
.. You refer to heaven as the big stopper in the sky.
.. You arrange family holidays to coincide with dam releases.
.. You arrange business trips in the vicinity of white water courses and turn up to meetings with wet suit boots on.
.. You tell the kids to break in/out of eddies when teaching them to drive in traffic.
.. You get back from 3 weeks in the Grand Canyon, and you've forgotten that you should go indoors to go to the bathroom.
.. Your VCR is programmed to tape the weather channel while you are out.
.. You think any drive less than 4 hours seems ok to you, provided you are in a car that stinks.
.. You think its ok to run steep creeks which are empty, provided there aren't too many trees in the way.
.. Your pants, shoes, and hat are repaired with duck tape.
.. Your glasses have a visor made out of neoprene.
.. You wear your dry suit at work just in case it rains.
.. You keep all your boats on your car, regardless of where you are going that day.
.. You keep a toothbrush in your car just in case you hear there is a rainstorm coming within 8 hours of your office.
.. You don't read the guidebooks anymore because they don't describe anything you paddle, and you own the land at your favorite put ins.
.. You can't eat lunch unless you are sitting on some rock.
.. You don't eat lunch because lunch spot is right next to this awesome ender hole.
.. You think new polypro doesn't smell right!
.. You sneak-in few push-ups in an empty conference room...before and after the meeting.
.. When you go to a hotel to sleep, you stay in the McDonald's parking lot next door to the hotel.
.. Your co-workers (and non-boating friends, family, and spouse) will not ride in your vehicle between March and November because of the eau de polypro.
.. You have no trouble saying "Rotomolded Crosslink Polyethelyne" ten times fast.
.. Your Mom has stopped saying, "be careful this weekend."
.. You "pour over" stream flow readings the way a stockbroker scans the markets everyday.
.. The longer dry time you have, the more you want to kick your dog.
.. You practically salivate at the sound of rainfall.
.. There's no room on your speed-dial for anything but guage readings and the numbers of people with nicknames like Psycho.
.. Window shade means more than keeping the sun out.
.. Pearl means more than a gem in a shell.
.. The sight of a waterfall gives you the uncontrollable urge to urinate in a nearby bush -- while you search out the line . . .
.. You call your buddies in order of shuttle ability
.. You build your new house as close as possible to the flood plain.
.. You're the one with the Bright Sunny Smile on the Cold Rainy Day.
.. "Wet, sticky hole" and "blowing a ferry" in casual conversation don't give you pause.
.. You always have sinus congestion on monday morning.
.. Your only considerations when buying a car are ground clearance, and the size of the rain gutters.
.. You visit Niagara Falls and think "This may be runnable."
.. You maneuver your car on five-lane streets by eddying out behind trucks and making S-moves in the left turn lane. And you lean into the turns.
.. If you live in a town with a river running through it, you give street directions with descriptions like "upstream of the . . ." or "two blocks down on river left . . ."
.. You keep moving the car seat forward, so you can bend your knees and feel good and wedged in for pulling maneuvers on the freeway.
.. You can't look at water in a gutter without imagining tiny runs and miniature waves and holes.
.. The only thing you worry about when getting naked just about *anywhere* is whether or not you'll get a ticket!
.. You take a trip to Niaigra Falls and find yourself picking out lines.
.. You get excited instead of worried when you hear about tornado warnings and flash floods.
.. You find yourself seeking out dams and any other places with moving water.
.. You see locals like the guys in "Deliverance", and they seem normal to you.
.. You do a rain dance without the cumbersome hindrance of clothing in the moonlight to Creedance Clearwater Revival for mood music.
.. When the weather radio goes off at work, you start thinking of reasons you "don't feel so well."
.. When the TV camerman films the "crazies" kayaking the flooded creeks and you know all their names (and you wish you were out there with them.)
.. You refuse the local paddle club officer nomination because it would cut into your paddle time too much.
.. You have the NRS and the NOC catalogs memorized.
.. You've ever wondered how many milk jugs you'd have to save to make your own kayak.
.. You install gauges on the brook in front of your house and the circular swimming pool behind.
.. When you hear grown men bragging about the size of their power boats you laugh secretly because you know better, because you have an eleven foot kayak in your garage.
.. You look at the water slide at a theme park and try to figure out the best line.
.. You concentrate so much on technique that you need a helmet for the docks along the shore.
.. You move to the midwest temporarily and whine about missing your kayak, more than you whine about missing your girlfriend.
.. You have no wax in your ears
.. You're in West Virginia and have to remind yourself NOT to boof the coal trucks
.. You start driving around with your PFD and helmet on because you have noticed that other drivers tend to give you the right of way.
.. You think that any recreation should consist of equal parts of fear, pain and pleasure disolved in large quantities of water.
.. You're 50 years old, live on the river and have never owned a motorboat.
.. When crossing a bridge, you swerve through 3 lanes of traffic to get a better view of the river.
.. You get pouty and cranky when the hurricane misses you.
.. You rank your trip by the number of cuts and brusses.
.. You close your eyes at bedtime, all you see is rushing whitewater.
.. You give directions using terms like "road left."
.. You drive hours and hours with your boat to the scene of a hurricane - not to help, but to run the raging flooded rivers!
.. Your SO is getting a commercial drivers license so s/he can make some extra cash charging to do your shuttles.
.. You append every confirmation of plans made with non-boaters with the statement "...unless the water's up!"
.. Your Christmas list consists entirely of paddling gear.
.. Your vehicle somehow automatically stops everytime you cross a bridge.
.. You report your urine flow to the urologist in c.f.s.
.. You carry the AMC river books in your glove compartment.
.. You own at least two sets of poly underwear.
.. You know exactly where your current copy of the NRS catalog is.
.. You look forward to the Eastern Mountain Sports 20% off sale -- and know the dates before the sale flier arrives.
.. You jump in the car after boating and buckle-up and then realize you'd feel safer if you still had your PFD and helmet on.
.. You jump in the car after boating and the process of buckling-up seems kind of silly considering what you've just been through

How to successfully drive a car. Woohoo!

Found this gem on offtopic.com.

Merge At The Same Speed As Traffic
If the lane you're changing into is driving 75mph, you better be fucking going 75mph within a few seconds of changing into it.

It's OK to miss your exit
You don't need to slam on your motherfucking brakes, turn your wheel hard right, and cut off every single lane of traffic just so you don't miss your damn exit. If you can't comfortably get over, DON'T FUCKING TRY. Just go down to the next exit and turn around you stupid fuck.

Mind your own fucking business
There's no need for you to be watching anything but the road. You do not need to slow down to 43 fucking miles per hour on the freeway to see how well the guy on the side of the road is changing his tire. If you're that fucking interested, pull over to the side and give him a handjob while he does it.

My high beams aren't congratulatory
If I'm flashing my high-beams at you, it's not my way of saying, "Hey pal, you're driving is absolutely swell. Can I please follow you at 62mph in the carpool lane for a few more hours?" It's my way of saying, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY YOU SLOW MOVING PIECE OF SHIT."

If you don't need to be in the carpool lane, GTFO
Just because there's more than one person in your car, that doesn't mean you have to get into the carpool lane. You see that line of 6,000 cars behind you about 2" apart? They're not playing a fucking game of choo-choo train...they're wondering why the fuck they're moving so damn slow. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CARPOOL LANE.

On the same note, you don't have to get on the absolute NEXT entrance to the fucking carpool you douchebreathed bastard. There's no fucking need for you to cross 5 lanes of traffic at 55mph, then spend 2 miles in the fast lane at that speed until you can get in the carpool lane and slow them the fuck down too.

Why did 5 cars just cut me off?
IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE DRIVING TOO SLOW YOU CLOWNFACED ASSBANDIT. I don't go out of my way to cut someone off unless they're driving less than 75mph in the fast lane with a 3 mile gap in front of them, so if I cut you off, just be happy I didn't run you off the fucking road.

It's ok to change lanes and let cars pass you
"OH NOES!@!! There's a car approaching very quickly behind me, what ever shall I do?" GET THE FUCK OVER. It's much easier for you to move over, then move back than it is for a car going twice as fast as you to maneuver between your slow ass and the rest of the cars on the freeway.

My bumper is not an electromagnet, so why the fuck are you stuck to it?
When the car in front of me is 10' away, tailgating me isn't going to make either of us go faster you stupid ricerocket clown. I want to go faster just like you, but you don't see me riding the tail of the endless line of cars in front of me now do you? GET THE FUCK OFF MY ASS.

If you drive slow, STAY THE FUCK TO THE RIGHT
If you're not driving at least 75mph, DO NOT ENTER THE FAST LANE OR CARPOOL LANE. If you're driving 65mph or slower, GO IN THE FUCKING SHOULDER YOU SLOW FUCK.

Don't speed up so cars can't pass you, ESPECIALLY if they're going faster than you anyway
If you see a car that's trying to pass you, don't speed up like a dumbfuck so they can't pass you, you stupid, filthy whore. And if you do, don't wonder why you're being tailgated. Put your unjustifiably inflated ego aside for a moment and let them pass you, you worthless slut.

Use your blinker
When you want over, let me know by turning on your fucking blinker. Then, once you've gotten over, TURN IT THE FUCK OFF. I don't want to stare at that blinking shit for 15 miles.

It's ok to wait two more fucking seconds to turn
You don't need to risk your worthless life and my life because you have the patience of a 5 year old with ADHD. This means you shouldn't turn out in front of a car going 45mph when they're 100' away from you. And if you are stupid as fuck and actually do it, PRESS THE FUCKING GAS PEDAL AND SPEED UP AS FAST AS YOU FUCKING CAN.

When you're driving, DRIVE
Don't put on your face paint, don't brush your hair, don't shave, don't read the newspaper, don't eat a 6 course meal, and don't talk on the phone (unless you're one of the few that can talk on the phone and drive without causing 15 car pileups). Chances are, you fucking suck at multitasking, so don't do it while you drive.

Mind scooting the fuck over?
When you are making a right hand turn, GO AS FAR TO THE RIGHT AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. Do you think the 20 cars behind you enjoy slowing from 45mph down to 10mph while accomodating your slow-motion right hand turn? NO THE FUCK THEY DON'T SO MOVE OVER.

Stay in your own lane you drifting cockmonger
The lines are there for a reason dicktits-that reason: to guide idiots like you along the roadway so you don't run into every other car on the road. Does it seem to help? No. You still love to visit other cars in their lanes while talking on the phone in your gargantuan SUV. If you can't keep your POS H2 in the lane your in, drive it off a cliff.

My eyes do not enjoy making love to your headlights
So adjust those fucking things when you notice you're lighting up the fucking atmosphere instead of the ground in front of you, jackass.



Feel free to add your own.

So last night was interesting... got a phone call from teh Sunriver Police Department saying there is an armed man loose sicne 6 pm in Sunriver and was last seen around Pyramid lane (1.5 miles away-ish). 6'1 ft tall, brown hair about 200lbs. Armed and dangerous...Still haven't found him yet... hmmm.

So I've got a new boat now...at least it's on order, but my friend is letting me use her's for awhile. The Liquidlogic Pocket Rocket. Kickass. Best thing in life right now. Prob. for awhile too neway. Boating tomorrow sat, sun, mon, tues, wed, thurs, fri, sat, etc.   Shoudl be fun. Finally hit 4 ends today.

I know this is a weird question, but do you ever get the feeling you are completly and utterly alone. I mean people say they care about you, but when it comes down to it, you never get a phone call or you never feel like they care. You feel like you shouldn't care about them, but you do anyway. You become attached because you are so lonely, but in the end you get fucked over. They may not notice, but it happens. I just want to get out and away from all this. I just want to go somewhere where it can just be me and my kayak. It may sound lame and everything, but that's the only time when I can zone out and ignore everything else in life. It's a place where I can go in my mind and be free of everything. I want to share taht with someone, or at least be able to spend time and not feel so alone, but everytime I try to open up, and share that, I get fucked. I'm not giving up on it, I'm jsut taking a break for awhile. I'm a person who hates to fail, and everytime I get screwed, I fail. I can't take it anymore.

Wow. Today was a scary day. We went out shooting in the morning. Kick ass. Scary thign happened there that I can't yet talk about. Never been so scared I think. I jsut need to talk to someone about it all but I can't do it over the net. Maybe tomorrow? idk. Anyways, we're recovering, and hopefully thigns will heal well. Crozz your fingers, please. Went for a drive in teh MINI to take my mind off things. Drove to Bachelor. Took a 35 mph turn at 70 mph. :) Coulda pushed more it was great though. I luv that car. Hit 75 the whole wway up otehr than that one S turn where it was 70. Double-clutching's working out great, and still working on heel-toeing... it's hard to do it fast! AH! OO.. and I raced a 350 Z and I won. mwuahahah. yay. That's my day.. Scary, yet fun towards teh end.