It never ceases to amaze me the total lack of self-knowledge that is displayed when someone logs onto an internet bulletin board to chestbeat about how cool he or she is.
I drove from Atlanta to Portland once non-stop save for a 20 minute interlude at Little America in WY. By the time I got to my house I was hallucinating.
Driving solo.
I am thinking massive quantities of Mountain Dew, dude, and no-doz followed by urine retention contests measured by length of time able to withold release.
Good beta on the death metal Erik. What genera of Slayer goes best with no-doz?
So lets say you had to drive from Philly to Portland and had to do it as quickly as possible within the limits of sanity, i.e. no Fast and Furious car chase scenes.
How would you do it?
How long would it take you?
What would you take? Inflatable doll so you can ride in the HOV lanes?
I might be interested as well. Like most others, I'd walk down the south side as opposed to hauling skis the whole way.
I know an older guy who pedaled to t-line and climbed the south side. Did this a few years ago. His name is Peter I think.
Don't let anyone piss on your dreams Aaron--go for it.
If you are talking about MtnHigh you got nothing to worry about--he's a straight up guy and probably ended up with it accidentally and will return it post-haste.
That is if its climbing gear. He can't give you back your virginity.
Similar thing happened to me on the Chartier way back in '92. And I was diving on nitrox. As soon as I realized I had exceeded my max depth I slunk away and did a deco stop then sheepishly rose to the surface. Embarrassed at my stupidity more than scared.