DANG Son of... x%&r*#$! holy crap moment--for the holidays. Anyone out there have a story like this one?
OOooKkkayyy. Been planning this trip to the mountains with my family since August. Packed up the van, my dry suit, paddle and gear and strapped my Remix XP9 onto the roof rack next to the cargo pod on the van (oh, yeah, and the wife and kids, dog and cat all loaded up to!). Heading out for a 8 hour trip for some mountain kayaking when 20 minutes into the trip I hear this weird sound, a whine, then something sounding like--I dunno--a torpedo shooting out of a submarine maybe. Then an explosion in the rear window. Nobody hurt. We pull over off the highway. The rear window bashed in by the Yakima racks that had flown off the roof rack that broke (!!!) and NO Kayak!!!
Had to turn around, make sure I hadn't caused an accident (I didn't), get the window repaired back home, and looked and looked for my kayak. Gone. Nowhere. It must have caught some serious air and is probably drilled into the earth somewhere (butt sticking up out of the ground and all...or maybe heading to South Africa; Adrian be on the look out for it please).
And I had just taken it out exploring some new spots on my favorite river (Indian) on a strong 20 knot west wind riding some nice rough conditions with her the day before. Dolphins everywhere, nice waves, etc.. Who'd a thunk it would be our last time together.
Let me tell you--it just goes to show you ya never know! We've ridden out horrible weather conditions together, dealt with sharks and alligators. And all along she was never in more danger than when on my roof rack!
(*I did order me another XP9--firebrick red---that should be at my door in a week after I get back.) Sheesh. I'd rather go for a swim than loose a kayak.