Squalus
The Good Humor Guy
Once upon a time......oops
It all began on the 17th of May, it was a late night due to the fact that I had one last pool class for my Dive Con certification. My buddy and I were on the road after checking for the hundredth time to make sure that we had everything. Well almost everything was there... Only one member of our crew was missing to make the trip through the south worth it's time, the one and only Princess Pue! After a few calls on my cell it was arranged and we would be swooping in to do a "snatch and grab" in the middle of the night. As we arrived commo was established with the FOB, the package would be on standy by and ready for pick up. No sooner than we arrived "Helga" was loaded with an awe inspiring speed, that Santa could not match during Christmas.
We were back on the road again making good time, only stopping for the much needed fuel (coffee too), potty breaks and, to switch drivers as needed. We made it to Fl by morning. During the trip, it was so boring till we hit the south that is when the fun began. While fueling up in Fl (location will remain nameless, maybe because I can't remember the small obscure town), I noticed the Jaguar parked next to us fueling up as well. There was something different about this Jag that I could not put my finger on....then I saw it, it was so obvious that if it was a snake it would have bitten me! Glancing down inspecting the tires I saw it bigger than day, "GoodYear, Wrangler" tires :11: (the old addage "you know your a redneck when..." came to mind). After LOAO for a bit, we were back on the road to Tampa. Met our friends parents and stayed the night. Across the road from their apartment was a sign that caught my eye, "Do not feed or molest the alligators" (no wonder there were no strays around). Never did see the 6 footer they said that occupied that pond next to the canal.
The next day we were on our way to our final destination, Key Largo. We went through Alligator Alley. That was a dull boring trip, not a one poked it's head up while cruising through (I wonder if there are any in there). We arrived in Key Largo, got our rooms and then off to dinner. Two restaurants there will no longer see my bright smiley face grace their premises again. The first night was a Mexican place across the street. First time I had to wait over an hour I think for chow, when it finally arrived can we say "COLD". Nobody in our party was to pleased at that one. I swear if we were on a ship one or two things would have happened (1) walk the plank or (2) a keel haul would have occured. To be cont'd....
It all began on the 17th of May, it was a late night due to the fact that I had one last pool class for my Dive Con certification. My buddy and I were on the road after checking for the hundredth time to make sure that we had everything. Well almost everything was there... Only one member of our crew was missing to make the trip through the south worth it's time, the one and only Princess Pue! After a few calls on my cell it was arranged and we would be swooping in to do a "snatch and grab" in the middle of the night. As we arrived commo was established with the FOB, the package would be on standy by and ready for pick up. No sooner than we arrived "Helga" was loaded with an awe inspiring speed, that Santa could not match during Christmas.
We were back on the road again making good time, only stopping for the much needed fuel (coffee too), potty breaks and, to switch drivers as needed. We made it to Fl by morning. During the trip, it was so boring till we hit the south that is when the fun began. While fueling up in Fl (location will remain nameless, maybe because I can't remember the small obscure town), I noticed the Jaguar parked next to us fueling up as well. There was something different about this Jag that I could not put my finger on....then I saw it, it was so obvious that if it was a snake it would have bitten me! Glancing down inspecting the tires I saw it bigger than day, "GoodYear, Wrangler" tires :11: (the old addage "you know your a redneck when..." came to mind). After LOAO for a bit, we were back on the road to Tampa. Met our friends parents and stayed the night. Across the road from their apartment was a sign that caught my eye, "Do not feed or molest the alligators" (no wonder there were no strays around). Never did see the 6 footer they said that occupied that pond next to the canal.
The next day we were on our way to our final destination, Key Largo. We went through Alligator Alley. That was a dull boring trip, not a one poked it's head up while cruising through (I wonder if there are any in there). We arrived in Key Largo, got our rooms and then off to dinner. Two restaurants there will no longer see my bright smiley face grace their premises again. The first night was a Mexican place across the street. First time I had to wait over an hour I think for chow, when it finally arrived can we say "COLD". Nobody in our party was to pleased at that one. I swear if we were on a ship one or two things would have happened (1) walk the plank or (2) a keel haul would have occured. To be cont'd....