Andy finds it’s only the depth that varies.
The bigger the splash, the better.
Luckily it was a nice day for a swim, and mates – I use that term advisedly – running about yelling, “Keep it wet until we get it back out to sea!” between gales of sobbing laughter, reassured me.
Who in their right mind would plunge a massive motorcycle into a body of water of dubious depth, full of slimy rocks, and then need to ascend a steep, slippery bank on the other side? There must be a fair quotient of rocks inside my head besides those my leaking helmet was resting on…again.