The water crossing was both a triumph and a tragedy. The sub had been thoroughly water tested and was able to leave a wake in its path at the time of its last water venture. This time however something went terribly wrong. As you can see in the first picture the sub is not only failing to produce a wake, it is failing even to produce a stir in the calm Ventura waters. One has to wonder what dastardly deed was done to the Sub to take a propeller that normally turned at a 45 to 1 ratio of propeller to pilot and make it ... 1 to 1. Our engineers are even now researching this strange malfunction and we think it has the infamous Coast Guard written all over it.
Not to be thwarted by our arch enemy, the Yellow Sub pilots were well prepared: As you can see in the picture below there is more than one way to skin this cat. (Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the use of this cliche. The Yellow Sub and its crew do not endorse harming small furry animals.) Grabbing their paddles two of the crew jumped out of the craft and onto the pontoons and began to paddle in earnest.
That was when our worthy pilots realized that the pontoons were in fact, leaking... The Captain did some quick calculations and determined that the sub would indeed have enough air to make it to the water exit, if only just barely, and so he ordered in a stern voice to continue on. As fate would have it that was not to be their only task that warm day. Pilot Paul's quick eyes spied a struggling speedboat which appeared to have engine trouble. So being the good sub-maritians they are, they threw them a rather hard piece of rope and pushed them to where they could get their engines repaired. ( a mere mile out of their way) (No pictures were taken of this so as not to embarrass the crew of the speed boat.) Before the end of that trip they were forced by their uncompromising morales to push one other boat to safety as well. This was not without cost to the brave pilots however, the sub was now sinking fast. Fortunately for the Pilots, the land-bound crew were no less a great bunch of strapping courageous lads as well, and they dived in to the treacherous, probably shark infested waters, and swam to the sub and pulled it out of the water in great struggling heaves that left the crowd in awe of their mighty strengths. All in all a glorious adventure was had and the crowd cheered until their lungs must have been sore. The Coast Guard however would have to pay for their nefarious deeds and even now plans are being formed on how to take care of this menace to good kinetic racing. It was decided that retribution would take place at the next race instead of during this one, because as Pit Sergeant Storm pointed out in his predictably brutal manner, "Revenge, my dear Captain, is a dish best served cold."
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