8 or 9 years ago having drinks at Latigo Kid during a week long storm, I began bragging about the old days of shooting the rapids above Malibou lake. The next day I had secured my older brother, 2 Malibu realtors and an unsuspecting neighbor. The wives pleaded for life vests and we caved; thank god we did. We launched the vessels above Kanan and below Lobo and were immediately hit with a crushing torrent unlike any I had ever experienced. My brother and I were knocked out of the canoe by an overhanging limb early on and the fight for survival began. The others launched but their plight was unseen by me as I was struggling to avoid getting sucked under the Arizona crossing (a form of bridge where huge pipes direct water under the bridge). Fast forward to the wives and daughters awaiting their conquering heroes on the Mulholland bridge and one of the girls says as she sees the blue kayak floating by upside down "Mommy, wasn't daddy in the blue kayak?" and the mom gently and confidently replies , "No honey, he is in the yellow one." Just as the words leave her mouth, the yellow one floats by upside down. Panic, tears and fear, and spread out along a mile of the highway are 5 sorry would be waterman. Needless to say the story over Margeritas gets larger each year and you now see what happens to realtors on rainy days, especially the ones who still think they are 20.
This is Dave, from The McLaughlin Group, keeping it real in real estate!