Love that 60s Impala!
Posted on 09/09/2017 5:54:55 PM PDT by mdittmar
Kind of like that probe the Russians sent to Venus back in the late 70s I think it was. Only a matter of time before the conditions there destroyed and consumed it.
Love that 60s Impala!
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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Some dude just went by on his bike. Must have cabin fever.
I was in Miami when I was 19 during Andrew... Myself and 2 friends sat on the beach wanting to just see what a hurricane looked like... (all from midwest)
we didn’t plan on sitting on the beach for landfall - but just wanted to see it in the distance..
I think we had no idea - we have plenty of experience with Tornado’s etc - but Hurricane’s - nope..
A local Sheriff’s Deputy came up to us and said - alright boys, you have 2 choices - spend the night in jail or get to the shelter, you’ve got 5 seconds to decide..
may have save our lives..
So I can’t judge too much - although this guy looks older than 19..
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...:)
If he lives thru it.
I don’t understand, but there are always people who don’t make a run
for it that end up dead.
Watched that happen live.
The comments were awesome
Hope the Conch Republic isn't washed away.
"Ceterum censeo Islam esse delendam."
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Of course,we didn't listen.
We swam like hell and made it back,never told Dad.
This thing is soon coming your way in Georgia, isn’t it?
I was watching a documentary just recently on the Mt. St. Helens explosion, and that old crittery guy named Harry Truman just wasn’t going to go.
I think he was in his eighties.
He didn’t think it was going to be as bad as it was, apparently, and scoffed at people trying to make him leave.
I wondered if he just thought “Hell, they are going just find me here dead in the next year or two, volcano or no volcano...I guess it makes no difference?”
It’s surprising the power hasn’t gone out.
LOL, your dad might have horsewhipped you! I think my mom and dad just couldn’t keep track of us every day (there were six of us) so we went pretty much anywhere we wanted on the base.
My mother just gave up wondering...although, at the age of 13 when I came home completely covered in mud from horsing around (having a mud-fight with a friend_ in a drainage ditch they had just dug with a backhoe before a downpour came in...
That was also the time I came to have respect for the power and danger of deep, thick mud. In my imagination, up to my armpits in thick mud, I could see all those helpless dinosaurs at the La Brea Tar Pits and could suddenly understand it.
Sigh...I often think I was lucky to survive childhood. We all knew some kid who didn’t.
Just re-reading your post. The one thing he EXPLICITLY told you he didn’t want you to do...and there you were.
I can just imagine it:
YOUR DAD: Why? Why, when I told you NOT to do that ONE thing, did you do it.
YOU: I don’t know.
Day turned to night,streetlights came on.
In 3 days the expected track went from 60 miles East of us to about 75 miles west. We are outside the Cone of Doom as of the 1700 update from the NHC.
We will get a lot of rain, some wind, and maybe a 3 foot storm surge. Should be a lot less damage than Matthew last year. We got through that with the pond only rising about a foot. Nothing even got into the yard.
"Ceterum censeo Islam esse delendam."
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
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