I know many of you may think the hydros are a waste of time, but for me it is a part of recapturing my youth.

Hydroplane Sunday in the late 70s was a rite of passage and a BIG deal. Transporting the scaffolding down to Owen Park at 7:00 a.m., bringing in the grills and kegs, spending the day eating, drinking and chatting up young women in bikinis - it just didn't get any better. Oh yes, and watching the thunderboats, that was fun too.