My father, who was always comical at the boat ramp, launces his boat at Coulon in Renton and runs all the way up to I-90 to fish. He'd been fishing for an hour or so when he starts thinking, hey, I didn't put any money in the meter for parking. So he high tails it back to the ramp only to find his trailer and van still running and still parked in the ramp. There was another time at Neah Bay. It was not the launch that got him but the dock. Him and two other friends of his are out fishing in the kicker boat in nasty rainy weather. My dad is the only one with rain gear on, so he has everyones cigarettes in his coat pockets. Did I mention that they were pretty sheit faced by the time they came back to the dock? Well my dad jumps out of the boat onto the dock, which was slick from the rain and proceeds to slide across the dock and into the drink. I can still remember how blue his face was and how instantly sober he became.