Now he has a good Irma story he can tell his friends.
There were probably people that went surfing because the waves were big. In Hong Kong people take their kids to the beach during typhoons
Dang fool. On the Two Friends livecam a PT cruiser just went by.
What are these guys thinking?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGD1byu7gJc
In due time. If not this weekend, then another chance.
There have been people there on and off all day.
Better knocked down than sucked out. This guy was lucky.
For his Encore he’s going to gargle peanut butter
A boy was killed doing this off Barbados yesterday. FReepers were told that noticing his idiocy was insensitive.
Foolish to be in these areas at these times.
There is another video of people walking around their piers as the water is gone. If water leaves an area suddenly, it may return just as suddenly. There are tons of videos of people walking over the beaches depleted of water just before the tsunami crushes them.
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Well, I have respect for the ocean now, but back in my earlier years (8-10 years old) I did not have quite as much.
I lived in Yokosuka, Japan, and there was a straight stretch of sea wall of about a quarter mile heading from the Main Exchange area out to the heliport. The Pacific waves would roll on on those slate gray days so common over there, and smash against the seawall.
There was a railing at the top of the sea wall, and a sidewalk that ran parallel to the sea wall. There was a five yard median of grass, then a two lane road. On the other side of the two lane road was a huge, white, rectangular apartment building, and the Sullivans School (Named after the five Sullivan brothers who died together on the USS Juneau in WWII).
When those waves would roll in on particularly stormy days, they would crash with such force against the sea wall that the crash and spray of the wave would end up on the side of the apartment building 40 or 50 yards away.
I had a friend who would go over with me, and we would race from one end of the seawall to the other. The goal of the race was not to get to the other side first, but to get to the other side without being hit by a wave.
We would start running. But instead of gazing ahead as one might normally do when running, we both had our heads turned at an angle, watching the waves building up and coming in, and trying to judge where the wave would hit the sea wall. The goal was not to be there when the wave hit, but also not to far behind the other guy. (Remember, this was a kid game where you make up the rules!)
When it became clear the wave was going to hit in front of you, there were two choices: Slow down and let the wave hit in front of you, or speed up and try to get by it. Normally, we would both do the same thing, so if I slowed down, he normally would too.
Except the times when you thought that if you turned on the speed, you could beat him to the other side of the wave and he would get soaked. At those times, either we both ran through trying to beat it, or...one of us would stop and the other would accelerate. (which is what you hoped would happen)
It was those times when he stopped and you ran, that did you in. Sometimes you made it, but...sometimes, you didn’t.
When you did, it was arms-in-the-air victory lap.
When you didn’t, it was Ignonimous Defeat, delivered by what seemed to be tons of cold, green seawater.
Most of the time you just got splashed and wet. But sometimes, when the wind was carrying the crash of the waves all the way across the road, when you got hit by a big wave, you weren’t wet...you were drenched to the skin as if you had been immersed, which was often what you just had been. And sometimes the wave would put you on the ground. I got hit with ones that had just enough force to cause me to fall because of balance or disorientation.
And then there were a few times I was swept off my feet.
But this is what we did. Never a thought of “You know...you might end up in that water before it crashes into the seawall...”
Then we would go to our homes soaked like a wet dog, upon seeing me, my mother would roll her eyes and screech at me when I walked in dripping “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”
We moved to Subic Bay in the Philippines, and there wasn’t anywhere I could introduce my new friends to the game. But we did find a part of the beach out near Cubi Point at the very end that had a seawall with a small beach, at high tide completely disappearing. High tide was the time we went out there.
The waves would roll in to the seawall at high tide where there was a storm or for a few days after, and when there was no beach, the wave would hit the wall, and set up a rebound wave that would travel back outward from whence it came.
We would tread water out there, looking for these reflected waves coming back out, and would time it so that you could be at the point where an incoming wave would meet up the a rebounded outgoing wave.
When the two waves collided, they would shoot a ridge of water straight up in the air. If you could position yourself at that point, it would toss you up in the air with the water, and it was a hell of a thrilling ride, and you didn’t have to spend any money to get it!
It was very much like body surfing, in the way you would judge where you needed to be, time it to a wave coming in, and swim like hell to catch it.
The downside of this was that if the water was too shallow (too close to the seawall) you could get pushed against the bottom by the wave. That was when I got my first taste of the impersonal malevolence of the hydraulic power of a mass of water.
I got pushed down once, and it kept me down long enough for me to start having semi-panicked thoughts before I popped my head out of the water.
Another time, it pushed me down and ground me against the rough, sandy bottom that I ended up with no swimming trunks and a large bleeding silver dollar sized raspberry on my buttock.
I was frantically looking down for my suit, diving under water, and came up to see my brother at the base of the seawall holding them high over his head with a big grin, nodding his head sided to side when I implored him to throw me my suit!
Anyway, thanks for reading if you did. It just brought back memories of my silly, brainless boyhood days by watching this idiot of an adult get nailed while filming with his phone. Got me in the mood of remembering...:)
Watched that happen live.
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Lucky he was not taken out by a current and died of hypothermia