Originally published at: Gentleman with small dinghy rams larger boat with unfortunate consequences | Boing Boing
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play stupid games…
What you wrote and what I read were two very different things.
Somebody seems uncomfortable with his small dinghy. Performance anxiety?
OK.
I fail to understand why this post belongs on boningboing.
Gentleman with small dinghy rams larger boat with unfortunate consequences
Sounds like a start to a weird porno, like back in the 70’s. Boom Schacka Boom…
If it helps any, remember that we’re close cousins to chimpanzees and other shit-flinging, rampaging simians, and we only make it worse by drinking alcohol and/or failing to address brain injury and/or being stupid from the get go.
Also apologies in advance to any simians who would argue the comparison is not ape… erm … apt.
Anger is a hell of a drug.
It’s “The Jerry Springer Show” on water.
The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a boat, is a good guy with a boat. (?)
I cringed, hard, when that woman jumped in the water and rushed his dinghy and only avoided being shredded by the motor because it got swamped just as it seemed to turn in her direction. A number of people really not thinking clearly here, to put it mildly…
CSB
My bachelor party with three other dudes back in 2004, one of whom was (still is) living on a boat in the Hudson on the mid-west side when he’s not touring. We took an evening trip around Lady Liberty and got back to the dock after dark.
Docked the boat, then all four of us got into a dinghy to get to the shore to catch the MTA. Bad idea. Started taking on water. And not pristine lake/river water, but Hudson water. I must have showered for an hour when we got back to where we were staying.
or, just another Saturday at the Carribean Club boat ramp up in Key Largo.
lots of drunken boat rage and fights. in before times, it was great sport to grab some beers and a seat on the balcony for a front row view to the inevitable shenanigans!
Lived in front of a rotary in MA just outside of a university. Man, those were some amusing evenings. No injuries, but the fender-benders were super funny. One per night at least.
Cor Strewth!
Back in the day, I took a dunk in the Charles river once, right by Massachusetts General Hospital. In process of getting out of the water and into a uncompromised vessel, I managed to scrape up my leg and get a lot of river water into the injury. I suffered no real longterm ill effects, other than a certain sensitivity when my new set of tusks emerged.
Traffic at Powder House Square is quite orderly compared to Kelley Square 50 miles west:
Imagine the same thing, but instead of a rotary, the roads just all intersect in a big plaza of unmarked asphalt with a few confused traffic islands strewn about. Some of the entrances have stop signs.
However, despite being “ranked as the eighth-most dangerous intersection in Massachusetts” (and previously #1!), it has very few fatal collisions, since everyone driving into it becomes completely confused, freaks out, and slows way down. Lots of fender-benders, though.
Apparently it was reconfigured into a peanut rotary last year, alas.
OK, where is this list…