Gasp after gasp was met with mouthfuls of the Pacific and soon panic was crashing over me. I was choosing the psychopath less traveled by. As I plowed forward, I prayed that there was no beastly guardian, unseen but for a fin, following in my wake.
The legend of this escape lives on today, 50 years later. Most people believe that these men died in their escape, but a number of people believe they made it. This is a tale, much like that of D.B. Cooper, which will likely remain unsolved.
The reasons that we're worried by the America's Cup have to do with those residents of the Bay Area who don't have the wherewithal to negotiate development deals or even lobby City Hall. Yes, I'm talking about wildlife.