I don't need a wife. My brother is busy spending money for me faster than any Mrs. Cotton (former or current) could.
He telephoned on Monday evening to ask me if I had seen the "new" Hobie Mirage Island Adventure.
At first, I thought he was talking about a new Southern California theme park. The type of place where the designers claim to have designed the perfect roller coaster -- and it only costs $500 a ride.
But I was wrong. It is more like $3000 a ride. Or about that to purchase a 16-foot Hobie kayak with a sail. And no need to paddle. You get to pedal. Just like a bike.
I thought he was joking at first. For the past two years I have been doing my best to divest myself of possessions. The idea of moving to Mexico was to reduce my material load, not to increase it.
But he hit me in my weak point. I love to sail; I am just not very good at it. And I am not very fond of paddling kayaks. Pedaling sounds like a much better alternative. I love bikes.
The Adventure Island grabbed me where I was defenseless. Brother dearest painted aural pictures of fun days on the bay in front of the house in Melaque. And I could literally feel the briny breeze on my face.
Take a look at this, and you will understand.
Kewl, eh?
Drat him. Now, I am looking at purchasing one.
I may be saved by the logistics of beach life. The surf is rough enough that launching and recovering the kayak on the beach in front of the house would be very difficult.
And the kayak is heavy enough that I could not get it on and off the truck without spraining some new part of my aging body.
With the negatives in mind, I am going to drive up to Portland (maybe on Friday) to look one over.
Who knows? Maybe I can personally get the lead back in America's economic pencil.
He telephoned on Monday evening to ask me if I had seen the "new" Hobie Mirage Island Adventure.
At first, I thought he was talking about a new Southern California theme park. The type of place where the designers claim to have designed the perfect roller coaster -- and it only costs $500 a ride.
But I was wrong. It is more like $3000 a ride. Or about that to purchase a 16-foot Hobie kayak with a sail. And no need to paddle. You get to pedal. Just like a bike.
I thought he was joking at first. For the past two years I have been doing my best to divest myself of possessions. The idea of moving to Mexico was to reduce my material load, not to increase it.
But he hit me in my weak point. I love to sail; I am just not very good at it. And I am not very fond of paddling kayaks. Pedaling sounds like a much better alternative. I love bikes.
The Adventure Island grabbed me where I was defenseless. Brother dearest painted aural pictures of fun days on the bay in front of the house in Melaque. And I could literally feel the briny breeze on my face.
Take a look at this, and you will understand.
Kewl, eh?
Drat him. Now, I am looking at purchasing one.
I may be saved by the logistics of beach life. The surf is rough enough that launching and recovering the kayak on the beach in front of the house would be very difficult.
And the kayak is heavy enough that I could not get it on and off the truck without spraining some new part of my aging body.
With the negatives in mind, I am going to drive up to Portland (maybe on Friday) to look one over.
Who knows? Maybe I can personally get the lead back in America's economic pencil.
