I spent the day at Hagg Lake with Zac, Eric R., and Dave, playing with Eric’s Seadoo. I want one.
Between last week’s sparring session with Eric C. and today’s 50mph airborne wipeouts off Eric R.’s Sea Biscuit, the entire surface area of my body is now one large bruise. I have no regrets, though. Except for accidentally wearing my only dry t-shirt into the hot tub. That I regret.