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The 2000 Humboldt Crew



The 1998 Humboldt Crew


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     The Crew of the USS Yellow Submarine represent a strange breed of Human Being. Overworked, humiliated, chastized, demoralized, they trudge forth through the sand, mud, water and crowds of onlookers to do whatever it takes to keep the Sub on course... well let's say to keep the Sub under weigh. Why do they expose themselves to this activity which would be considered torture to the rest of the civilized world...?

GLORY!

      Yes, even peering out from behind a 750 gallon Yellow Mobile Septic Tank, the crew of the USS Yellow Submarine finds Glory! Like the thankless job of a touring crew, these hearty individuals savor the sweet taste of Glory in gratification of seeing their efforts charge to victory, they feed on the attention of the crowd as they cheer on urging them to give 110%. Yes, without crew the USS Yellow Submarine would just be three pilots sitting inside an unfinished septic tank deep within the bowels of the secret sub cave, a tear falling from each of their eyes.

Initiation:
      The tradition began three years ago as Lieutenant Trent valiantly attempted to modify our first set of pontoons from the high perch of ToR Mountain deep within the Mendocino wilderness. Due to conditions which we are unable to release for security reasons, Lt. Trent found himself alone and equipped with only the barest of necessities for performing fiberglass work.

      The scene begins like this: A clear sunny morning atop ToR mountain brought with it a grandeur as Lt. Trent gazed down the valley and across the miles of vineyards. The day had promise he thought, as the tranquillity of the setting soothed his soul and massaged his heart. Perhaps even feeling closer to God in this heavenly setting, he soaked in the energy which would drive the rest of his day.

      Yes, Lt. Trent had a mission this fine day... With their first Kinetic Sculpture Race quickly approaching; he, Captain Chuck, and Admiral Forbes were spending day and night in preparation. And this day was Trent's day to shine as he was to fabricate the pontoons that would provide the floatation stability to the Submarine as it crossed the treacherous waters of Humboldt Bay. It was an important task that all their lives depended on and Lt. Trent was there to make sure that the job was done right.

      Like mounting a Clydesdale in preparation for a Nordic battle, Lt. Trent climbed into his Brown Chevy S-10 and descended into the fog which lay in the valley and down the mountain he charged to gather the resin, cloth, mat and rubber gloves that he would need to accomplish the critical task. The long journey was a quest for him as he collected the materials as if they were supplies for his army that he would lead into battle. The mountain was visible in the distance only faintly through the mid morning mists as he again approached the mountain. A feeling of determination and purpose drove him with increasingly more resolve toward his destiny.

      Again atop ToR Mountain Lt. Trent laid out the necessary supplies and began his task. For hours the sound of whining inverter driving a weary drill was heard throughout the valley as he diligently grinded away at the pontoons. The dust from the grinding choked his lungs, stung his eyes, made his feet itch. That fateful trip behind the tree is memory that Lt. Trent will likely never forget.

       Finally, the time had come to do the dirtiest of deeds, to lay the fiberglass. This critical task involves laying strips of fiberglass cloth, saturated with resin across the severed piece. This process is repeated one 6 inch piece at a time until the proper thickness is achieved and coverage is complete. This long process brought Lt. Trent into the early afternoon when he finally stood back to admire his great work. Despite the streams of resin across his tailgate and between his toes, Lt. Trent stood proud admiring his work.

      Sometimes all the determination and good intent in the world will not hold back fate. As Lt. Trent had his first relaxing moment in nearly six hours, he felt a gentle breeze across his brow. This relaxing breeze brought a contentment that was broken by a realization. Horrified, he looked up to confirm his thought... dust had been picked up by the cool spring breeze and was covering the pontoons. He move forward but was not sure what could be done to stop the tragedy. Thinking quickly, Lt. Trent decided that he could repair this damage with some grinding and sanding and that all was not lost.

      A grin appeared on his tired face as he realized that he had solved the near disastrous problem. Then... another breeze picked up, but this one had even more determination that Lt. Trent as the breeze caught the pontoons which had been carefully positioned leaning against the tailgate of Lt. Trent's pickup. The grin on his face faded into a look of horror as his worst nightmare was realized... the pontoons were blown from the back of the tailgate and tumbled into the ToR Mountain dirt. The pieces split apart and resin and cloth mixed with earth to form a sludge that resembled an Alaskan seagull (circa. Exxon Valdez).

      The response of Lt. Trent from this point has been censored by the authors of this web page to protect the youth of America and to prevent the necessity of adding some unique vocabulary to the spell checker.

      This, however, was a historical moment for the crew of the USS Yellow Submarine as Lt. Trent, former fiberglass expert, conspired with Captain Chuck to find a new fiberglass expert. The noble title of fiberglass expert was applied to the newest member of the crew each year, each one in turn learning not only the skill of fiberglass but proving to his fellow crewmates that he too had the determination to be a member of the elite USS Yellow Submarine Crew.


Private Jaime:       As future crew followed in his footsteps, Lt. Trent accepted the responsibility of making sure that the rookie truly understood the resolution needed to succeed. Early on in the training of Private Jaime, Lt. Trent began this process. Placing him inside the Sub with a handful of cloth, three rubber gloves, two paint brushes, one bucket of resin and only half a clue, Lt. Trent initiated the ambitious Private.

"Ahhhh" grunted the Private as he felt the warm resin cascade from his locks of hair and down the back of his neck.

"Keep working!" Barked Captain Chuck as he noticed the delay in progress. "The shit is going to dry soon!"

      These words bought little comfort to Pvt. Jaime as he returned to his task and seemingly without missing a beat proceeded on. Not another word was uttered about the incident by the proud new crewmember as he earned his wings that day. From thereon Private Jaime was a valuable asset to the crew and admiration from all goes to Lt. Trent for his leadership and decisive maneuver.

Ensign Deej:       The 1998 race year ushers in a new face for the crew. We all welcome back from the cultural Mecca which is the state of Oklahoma, Enedino Fernandez a.k.a. Ensign Deej. As the new fiberglass expert and Lt. Trent's right hand man and driving force, Ensign Deej is anxiously awaiting whatever Lt. Trent may have in store for him.

"I'm there." Ensign Deej was heard saying along with the profound, "Sure".


      It is the spirit of the race that drives us all to participate in this crazy event but it is the enthusiasm of the race fans that keeps us coming back. Nothing is more satisfying than watching a smile brighten a face or hearing the enthusiasm of a group of children as they sing "We All Live in a Yellow Submarine." To all the race fans that cheer us on... thank you for being there for us and we will be there again for you this year... see you then!


Lt. Trent
Lieutenant Trent
ToR Mountain
ToR Mountain
Admiral Forbes
Admiral Forbes
Captain Chuck
Captain Chuck
Sub Bimbo
Sub Bimbo
Private Jaime
Private Jaime
Emperor Bill
Emperor Bill
Pit Sgt Storm
Pit Sgt Storm
Lietuennant Commander Machinist First Class
Lietuennant Commander Machinist First Class
Brewmaster Branco
Brewmaster Branco




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