I had to dive a pool today and do some leak detection work. Usually my wife goes with me and does surface support. Well...today I went alone, no big thing. The water temp in this pool is 67F, so I decided to wear my 5 mil full suit. As I zipped up my suit I felt the zipper snag right at the top. Uh-oh
. It seems the zipper caught the little velcro tab that normally holds the zipper in place once the suit is fully zipped up. I fiddled with it for a minute or two and finally just gave up, closed the main flap, finished gearing up and hit the water.
I found and fixed few leaks, practiced my trim and bouyancy, worked on my kicks, checked my sac rate, breathed down 2000psi of air, and just generally had a good time at work.
After I got out of the pool I rinsed and stowed my gear and then went back to work on the stuck zipper. First I tried gently manipulating the zipper, then forcefully yanking and pulling at it, and finally...frantic jerking, flailing, and clawing at it while using every cuss word I know. My next thought was "should I cut myself out of a $300 ScubaPro wetsuit?". :noNOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
By then I was really hot, sweating like a horse, and suddenly, oh no....I have to pee.:shakehead I'm tough, I can hold it. I go to my truck, get in, turn the air conditioner on full blast and call my wife. Me-Hi sweetheart, where are you? Her-I'm in Marietta meeting a client. Me-I have a small problem, the zipper is jammed on my wetsuit. Her-can you not not use it? Me-I CAN'T GET OUT OF IT!!! Her-wild laughter like an insane person. Me-This is serious, I'm hot, and I have to pee really bad. I'm driving to meet you in Marietta(50 miles away). Her-with your wetsuit on? Me- Yes, unless you think I should cut myself out of it? Her-That's a $300 ScubaPro! Me-Yeah, I know.
The whole while that I'm driving to meet my wife I'm thinking that I'll probably have a flat tire, or get pulled over by the cops for blowing a light, or maybe have a wreck and everybody will get to meet scuba man.
When I finally met up with my wife it took her all of 3 minutes to free up my zipper.
I love that woman.
. It seems the zipper caught the little velcro tab that normally holds the zipper in place once the suit is fully zipped up. I fiddled with it for a minute or two and finally just gave up, closed the main flap, finished gearing up and hit the water.I found and fixed few leaks, practiced my trim and bouyancy, worked on my kicks, checked my sac rate, breathed down 2000psi of air, and just generally had a good time at work.
After I got out of the pool I rinsed and stowed my gear and then went back to work on the stuck zipper. First I tried gently manipulating the zipper, then forcefully yanking and pulling at it, and finally...frantic jerking, flailing, and clawing at it while using every cuss word I know. My next thought was "should I cut myself out of a $300 ScubaPro wetsuit?". :noNOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
By then I was really hot, sweating like a horse, and suddenly, oh no....I have to pee.:shakehead I'm tough, I can hold it. I go to my truck, get in, turn the air conditioner on full blast and call my wife. Me-Hi sweetheart, where are you? Her-I'm in Marietta meeting a client. Me-I have a small problem, the zipper is jammed on my wetsuit. Her-can you not not use it? Me-I CAN'T GET OUT OF IT!!! Her-wild laughter like an insane person. Me-This is serious, I'm hot, and I have to pee really bad. I'm driving to meet you in Marietta(50 miles away). Her-with your wetsuit on? Me- Yes, unless you think I should cut myself out of it? Her-That's a $300 ScubaPro! Me-Yeah, I know.
The whole while that I'm driving to meet my wife I'm thinking that I'll probably have a flat tire, or get pulled over by the cops for blowing a light, or maybe have a wreck and everybody will get to meet scuba man.
When I finally met up with my wife it took her all of 3 minutes to free up my zipper.
I love that woman.
