I have done tons of wrecks and I have never gotten as excited or hooked as I did in any off them compared to how I felt about getting into cave diving.
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I have done tons of wrecks and I have never gotten as excited or hooked as I did in any off them compared to how I felt about getting into cave diving.
This is like comparing blondes to brunettes. A bit of flexibility hugely increases one's chances of finding true love. And a sufficiently amoral attitude allows one to fall in love with exemplars from both groups.
What are these wrecks you are referring to? I have seen a car or two in some sinkholes, and there is a rowboat in the bottom of Hatchet, but I am confused. Are you suggesting that I expose my body to salt water? It causes premature wrinkles and takes the luster from my shiny brown locks.