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Dude, You're killing us !!!! Good one. Eric M Delarue edelarue@bc*.se*.li*.fl*.us* On Thu, 10 Oct 1996, Kevin W. Juergensen wrote: > > Tony, > > You said: > > >>Please explain. What options do you have with your unit? (in the event of > >>various failures) > > Hokay, here it goes, one more time.... > > You are at 130' - diving open circuit. Your first stage blows, all your > gas is now in the water. What do you do? You are in Fiji, clear water, > warm water, nice buddy with you, who happens to be 50' away photographing > one of Pyles counterlung eating fish. You've been down a while, and only > had 1200 psi left in your tank - enough for the 5 minutes of deco you > needed, as well as your safety stop before exiting the water. You don't > have a pony, because this is just a little recreational dive on a reef with > a live boat. You also don't have a SpareAir because McKenney told you you > looked like a girl wearing it. > > Well, the answer is simple - you bail to the surface - get to the boat, > maybe breathe some O2 for a while, or if you are bold, grab another tank, > and do in water recompression. Maybe you get bent, maybe you don't. The > old lady bitches you out for not using her brothers spare-air. You kick > McKenney just before you pass out... > > Now, you're wearing a CCR-155. Not only do you look cool underwater, but > the women all want you on the boat. In fact, they've thrown your wife > overboard while you were making your dive. Lots of fun awaits you when you > emerge from the abyss looking like a cross between James Bond and a Navy > Seal. > > But your first stage on your O2 bottle just blew. All your O2 rushes into > the sea. Bummer. > > Well, you've still got a counterlung full of gas at 1.2 ATA of O2, so you > can sit there for a second and think to yourself "Damn. That O2 isn't > cheap. I'll have to steal some more from McKenney.." > > You begin your leisurely ascent, stopping briefly to rip the mask off of > your buddy because he's just an open circuit weenie anyway... As you > ascend, your ppO2 will be dropping, but that's no biggie, you've got a full > sphere of Diluent, which you can add manually as you need it to refresh > your loop, and breathe down the mimimal amount of nitrogen you have built > up. You have no real deco time, so you do a safety stop just to make sure > you are flushed, and get back on the boat. > > The women swarm you, and give you banana daquiri's. You vow to call Dick > King on the satellite phone and have him ship you a new 1st stage, just as > soon as Monique stops nibbling on your ear... > > Second scenario - Your Diluent 1st stage just blew. Bummer. Now, you do > the same thing, except the unit automatically adds O2 to the loop to > maintain your setpoint. Maybe you swim over and pull your buddy's shorts > down to his ankles this time. Let that moray eel that's hiding under the > rock where he is floating have a good look at today's lunch... > > You get back on the boat, the women have cooked you a pile of shrimp. They > feed it to you, as Monique oils down your body. > > Third scenario: Electonics failure. Bummer. Gotta fly this dude manually. > > You take a look at your secondary display, and add O2 manually as you need > it. Maybe you don't even abort your dive. Maybe you slip on over, pull > your buddy's mask off AND turn off his air, just to watch his face. It > makes you laugh. > > You get back on the boat. The women have decided to surprise you by being > naked on the deck. You smile. You know you are cool. > > Fourth scenario: Electronics failure, AND you blow BOTH first stages. > Bummer. Gotta fly manual, and leave the water. > > Only reason you gotta leave the water is because only the ghost of your now > dead wife could cause both those things to happen at once. She wants your > ass. Bad. > > Luckily ghosts aint too smart. They forget that you've got a whole > lung/counterlung/scrubber full of oxygen rich gas. Since you did your > training and learned just how long you have to go before that mix becomes > hypoxic, and you've got your secondary to tell you when you are in danger, > you swim over to your buddy, tie his leg to the reef, and cut his hose. > After all, he IS Monique's fiancee, and you want her bad. > > You ascend, waving good-bye to your buddy, do a safety stop, and get back > on the boat. Monique is very happy. She feeds you grapes. You impress > the women with how close you came to death. They hang on your every word, > then give you a full body massage. McKenney questions the truthfullness of > your story, the women throw him overboard too. Life is good. > > As the sun sets, and you sit on the sun deck smoking the Cuban cigar that > Monique has lit for you, you reflect on the days events, and thank your > lucky stars that you had the sense to become... "Rebreather Man..." > > I hope you now see the wisdom in buying a rebreather. > > Kevin > HeyyDude > > > -- > Send mail for the `techdiver' mailing list to `techdiver@terra.net'. > Send subscription/archive requests to `techdiver-request@terra.net'. >
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