|"No idea too dumb, no stunt too stupid!"|
Jean-Jacques Savin set sail two days ago from Spain's Canary Islands fulfilling his crack brained idea of making it to the Caribbean, a mere 3,000 miles away, in a bright orange barrel. Was Niagara Falls booked?
I'm jealous. In a lifetime devoted to ill considered ideas and embarrassing stunts usually conceived by either a radio station promotion department or an extended evening at a saloon, I've never managed to come up with something this dumb. Oh sure, there was the crashing of the hot air balloon, a poorly thought out bathtub race and that unfortunate fishing trip where I returned with no fish, no equipment and no clothes (a story for another time), but nothing as nuts as this dude's flirtation with insanity.
To be fair it has been reported that Jean-Jacques has equipped his giant sized bobber with a bunk, a kitchen, storage areas and a porthole in the floor which will enable him to watch fish. I see no mention of plumbing but he did stash a few bottles of good wine and a block of foie gras aboard. Those wacky French! He also claims to have fortified this resin-coated plywood suicide tub sufficiently enough to make it possible to withstand attacks from orca whales. I can't help wondering how that plywood holds up against a 100,000 ton oil tanker or a Navy destroyer. Just asking.
Mr. Savin is hoping to reach Barbados in about three months but would prefer a French island like Martinique to make paperwork easier and "for bringing the barrel back". Perhaps washing up on the shores of an island with a good mental hospital?
Whatever the case it's good to know that the world, especially France, still has a prodigious output of wackjobs. I only hope America can keep up.
Hmm... Mt. Rainier is only a couple of hundred miles from my current location. I can't help wondering if anybody has ever scaled that majestic peak in their underwear?
|Ain't No Mountain High Enough!|