The backyard boat builders of the fifties and sixties knew how to have some fun.
Can you imagine the fellow readying his fishing gear at 5:30 AM on this tranquil mountain lake, drowsily raising his first cup of coffee to his lips as he opens the cabin door to behold the sunrise, and then have this 3,000 HP slab of mahogany blast by the cabin just off the end of his dock at 170mph? The image is too priceless for words. Turn your volume up to get some idea of what it must have been like.
Sometimes I’m sure I was born thirty years late.