I have dropped in, as a youth and still to this day (yesterday). Forgive me O Barry, I am a transgressor. I'll confess yesterdays f up after I hear from a few of ya'll. Until then, here is a good one from way back when. Back in the early 80s I was at my buddy's house - "XXXX's One Stop", getting some of this and some of that, and a mutual friend shows up too. He walks in the door half drunk, spotted me and his eyes get huge, and he yells, YOU RAN ME OVER!. Wants to fight. I laughed at him and told him it was his fault. He backed down only because he didn't want to get thrown out by XXXX. Otherwise we would have gone at it. I clearly remember the whole thing....it was at Pumphouse a couple years before that, so it was like 1980. I took off right from the peak away from the jetty, and he took off left from the second peak, and I tried to go high and so did he and we collided and I ran him over, having the most speed from first peak, and he was just taking off when I had a head of steam. Not a drop in. But I have been guilty over the years, intentionally and unintentionally, and yesterday was totally at fault. Spill some confessions to your salty brethern, and I'll cough up some more tales of stupidity.