You see, vintage diving is a problem. Unlike modern divers who just have one set of gear, we have dozens. They only have to keep one rig clean and working, with six double hose regs hanging over the coach dripping water on my wife's floor she observes correctly "what a mess you have there". Now they have to be taken apart and tuned and cleaned--nasty seawater everywhere. Currently only my Mistral and number one RAM are fully functional, the rest seem to have developed small trails of bubbles, one from the hookah adapter, one from the first stage phenolic gasket, the other--beats me. I have a pile of fins to clean and yet my trees and grass are dying from lack of attention, my dogs have forgotten who I am. AND, the basement is covered with diving gear--I think I need some more old rubber diving gear and non sorta functional depth guages.
Imagine how simple it would be to dive only one rig, only one wet suit, weight belt always the same, same BC, a computer instead of tables! Oh for the good old days before I got hooked up with you guys. Of course, I notice some of y'all cheat, I see those plastic fins, those computers tucked away, I hear you dhass about that AL Legend. BUT---this is fun, that is what I tell myself, as I was bounced across the bottom of the ocean like a ping pong ball, no BC to save me, no junky beginner regulator like the AL Legend to blow an o-ring, just the sweet DA and it's reassuring "shoooosh, shooooshh" "gurgle, gurgle," twelve inch long knife stabbed into the sand to hold me agaisnt the current while I figure my bottom time, yeah, this is diving, everything else is just pretend like.
Nemrod ( that is Nemrod, the hunter of mythology, not the "a nimrod" as in a jester)