The 4 R's

The Beach is the perfect place to enjoy the 3 “Rs”...Respite, Reading, and Relaxation.

(Can I get a collective sigh “aHHHHHH”?)

EXCEPT when a Jet SKI hits the scene...

RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

(That’s the 4th "R". The irritating “R”.)

I don’t particularly like jet skis....

I admit, they look like fun.

They just don’t sound fun.

Have you ever really listened to the sounds they make?

A jet ski sounds angry as it changes speeds over the waves.

I’m just not sure why I would want to climb aboard something so darn loud and mean.

And two jet skis together...sound like dueling fighters who are really. really. Pissed-off.

One is saying something nasty and the other is nasty back. Mean fightin’ machines.

Anywhooooo...

Growing up in the Great State of Vermont, I do admit to spending time on a snowmobile.

 

When I climbed aboard my Artic Cat....I became ARTIC KAT.

It was a fun way to get outside in the cold and not be a houseKat for a few hours.

Now I understand why Bambi and his animal friends took off the other way

when we drove our noisemakers through the serene woods and fields.

I never really thought about the similarity before...until the 4th "R"

 interrupted my enjoyable 3 "R"  experience on the beach.

To Bambi and friends...Artic Kat was “Man on Angry Machine.”

(RRRRRrrrrrRRRRRrrrrr)

Sometimes it takes a while before things come full circle and an epiphany occurs.....

(Can I get a collective sigh “aHHHHH?”)

I think we should start replacing that 4th (RRRRRrrrrrRRRRRrrrrr) with a new “R”.

Any ideas?

RUM, PERHAPS?