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The usual southerner has a long lineage from the likes of Cale Yarborough to those Petty types to instill within them the ease with which to traverse 60-mile-plus distances in less-than-fifteen minute increments, especially when attempting to allude the revenuer man, or to obtain desirous non-queued barbecue. Admittedly, it usually requires one to possess a finely tuned V-8 or Veed-larger engine, though those possessing one of less cylindric count honed by obsessive German or Italian engineers might also traverse those kudzu'd quarters with the mad alacrity needed.
Mind you, unracking one's quiver of paddle craft (especially if you're one of those New Hampshire boys of the frugal, homemade roof racking bent, oft prone to indiscriminate jettisons - I've heard it told as cause-n-effect of the wayward paving perusing moose, or perhaps the slippery metal closet rod inconveniently rattling twainst over-sized-n-duct-taped flea market purchased suspect roof towers), is highly advisable, lest you're not emotionally contorted by the passage of your expensive holy hull composites takin' free-flight into scum-laden highway ditches, or the occasional Fruehauf trailer.
PFD's (Life Jackets)
Touring Kayak Paddles
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