WIthin walking distance of the Reagan Library is one of the older Simi Valley nieghborhoods called Sinaloa. It even had a small artificial lake. My best friend Jarret lived there and we both came from Navy families. So, we built a submarine. It was two cheap plastic rowboats fiberglass taped together, a small glass bubble con from an early sunlight on a more or less seaable hatch and cinderblock ballast on release lines. For 'safety' We had a long surplused length of marine manila line. If the 'sub' failed to surface we would tie the line to Jarret's brother's truck (being restored) and drag it out. So, I climbed in for the maiden voyage. Everything went well. It wasn't Jules Verne, but we imagined raids on his sister's swim parties and launching stealth bottle rocket attacks on the nieghborhood bullie's beer parties. It worked.Problem was even with the ballast released my weight kept it submerged. I sat there, to afraid to pop the hatch and risk the bends @ 18 ' of recycled sewer water.Jarret panicked and connected me to the truck. His brother had pulled the engine. Plan B. Jarret threw the hauser over the garbage truck's rear bumper. It pulled out. Within a few minutes the USS Neversink flew out of the lake and was skidding down the road behind the truck at a safe and sane 10 MPH. A patrol car of our newly established Simi Community Safety Agency ( derisively called ' The Blazer Boys') was cruising the street as I opened the hatch and abandoned ship. I rolled into cover, said refuge from the law being a dense hedgeroll of pyracantha bushes. <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />The USS Neversink was destroyed by the patrol car hitting it swinging out behind the truck on a bend in the road.The remains were siezed as evidense of secret drug cache's in the lake. At least thats what the officer came up with for publicity. Happily, the lake today is filled in, Jarret joined the Air Force and I joined the Coast Guard.