The last time I saw my first canoe it was being car-topped in a very minimalist manner on a silver/grey Mustang. No racks, pads, mats, ropes or anything -- just four fellows each with an arm out the window. I had just hauled my canoe out of the Beaver River Rat Race near Clarksburg, Ontario, and was hiking into town to get my dad to drive out to pick up the canoe. When I was a little way down the road, the Mustang drove past me and stopped at my canoe. Four fellows jumped out, tossed my canoe on the car's roof, climbed back in, held on to the canoe by reaching out the windows, and drove away. I was twelve or thirteen years old. It was my first real canoe of my own. Richard Culpeper http://my.tbaytel.net/culpeper/ *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Sat Nov 27 2004 - 06:18:42 PST
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