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on 4/8/00 3:21, Trey at trey@ne*.co* wrote:
> They may not want to get that cold - I do not get cold. Etc, etc.
hey, Hey, HEY!
Back it up, Stud, or I will repeat the (now famous) pronouncement you made
on the swim grid of the Great Escape! :)
Hell, it was a highly amusing episode, and I'm going to repeat it anyway!
We were on the Great Escape, out of San Pedro, which as far as I'm
concerned, is the western, pointy part of L.A.
Los Angeles, San Pedro, same-same.
Trey and JJ were there, along with a handful of lessor illuminaries, at
their own expense, to give a DIR demo. The demo, the night before, went very
well, the crowd of about 60 only included one or two idiots, and generally,
the demonstration was well received. Dan had a bunch of Halcyon gear to
demo, and MHK had arranged everything. There, I got most of the credits
right.
Fast forward to the next morning.
We leave the dock early, and arrive for the first dive of the morning. Trey
and Pina are suiting up on the dive deck, and I find a place to Stand Where
I Can See. I tell Trey that that's what I want to do, watch. I notice that
there are several others doing the same thing, but apparently they don't
have the balls to do it out in the open, and they're trying to hide the fact
that they're watching Trey.
Trey gets into his drysuit, zips up, and then, inexplicably, goes down the
ladder to the swim grid.
What manner of magic is this? What mystical procedure have we all been
missing? The Great Escape rolls back onto her haunches as 40 people rush the
rear rail, to look down on Trey, and find out.
The crowd watches, and Trey leans over, and rinses his hands in the ocean.
What is he doing? What's on his hands? Why should we do this? How do we do
this? How much does it cost?
Trey looks up at me, and shakes his head. I have no idea what he's shaking
his head about, but I have one of the best seats in the house.
Then, with no warning, Trey goes splash, into the ocean. Right off the swim
grid, and into the drink. Feet first. Splash.
Everybody looks at each other. Now what? Rinsing his suit? Rinsing WHAT off
his suit? Getting the seals set? How does getting them wet help? What the
fuck, over?
Trey comes back up the dive ladder, and silence falls. What has he learned?
Is it a skill? Can we learn it? Do we have to do this? Is this DIR?
Trey looks at me again, shakes his head in disgust, and says
"SERIOUSLY cold fucking water!"
--
"C'mon, you sons of bitches, you want to live forever?"
-First Sergeant Dan Daly
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