Take a speed boat, over-inflated inner tube and a few sick f***’s… Add in the blatant disregard for one’s own well being, and you have a good time.

I remember in the later days, Jay used to want to be towed sitting backwards so he could add a little something extra. Apparently, going 12 feet off a wave (the landings were something else/special) or going 60, hanging on for your life, wasn’t enough; it had to be done backwards. [Note: The average person usually hangs on, lying down ( like these chumps: http://tinyurl.com/chumps-tubing ), to the handles on the top; even sitting facing forward you're just asking for a beating.]

It also wasn’t uncommon for one to see the tube but not Jay. After said jump, flip or whip he’d somehow hang on (read: refused to let go) for another 10 minutes, with the boat going full speed, using one hand or a few fingers.

The conversations afterward usually went something to the effect of, “Dude, I think I blew oot my [insert body part that made for the best story here].” Followed by, “It’s all good, douche; it’s all part of the experience.”

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