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I grew up at Palm Beach on the GC. My brother and I had a 12' tinnie with a 5 HP on it that we'd use to fish Tallebudgera creek. With two boys and not too much gear it would plane along ok.
Anyway, all my mates were surfers but not me..so on a good day me and a mate (we'd have been 14yo) would take the tinnie through the Tally bar and go have a chat with the boys.
So one day we're going out and about halfway the outboard stops:eek:. We're past the breakers but only just! I'm pulling the starter cord like there's no tomorrow with the mate rowing as hard as he could but no good, we're drifting closer and closer back to the breakers.:eek::eek: Just then I looked down and saw the fuel line had come of the motor:o.
Plugged it in:), primed and primed, pull, pull....nothing.:eek:
So we turned around a proceeded to row back in. Wave caught us, rolled it over, lost the oars, all the fishing gear and the motor cowling.
Dad was unimpressed to say the least but I think he was happy enough that we survived.
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Like others around here... I'm not going to list all the really stupid stuff I did as a kid....Inc just doesn't have that much server storage;).
One of my most memorable though involved the noble game of golf...
The old man used to play a bit... and when I was about 7ish... he cut down a wedge so I could start to play. We would trot around the local public coarse.. Him playing seriously (practising) .. me firing random missiles in any direction I managed to make them go.... I did slowly improve:p.
One fine afternoon when dad was at work... (actually 3 days after mum came home from hospital from having my little sister.).. I decided it was a good idea to teach my mate how to play golf in our back yard....
I set the ball up on a T and showed him how to swing etc... then stepped back to let him have a go.....
Well....all I can say is don't stand 3 feet behind the left shoulder of a right handed golfer...
I remeber him missing the ball by about a foot....and not a lot more....
The dental bills over the next 3 years far outweighed all the money Dad ever spent on his golf...and my teeth are still knackered..38 years later..
Mark
