They Nicknamed Me Blue Thunder...

The tourists at Myrtle Beach are too funny. As I was cruising around in my pool craft, kicking my feet like there was no tomorrow, strange people at poolside were calling me Blue Thunder???

Blue Thunder? What the heck was that all about? I was merely trying to stay afloat!

You see, with my Red Rocket, speed is automatic. With my pool car, my feet decide if I move or not -and kicking in the water is very, very hard for Little Man..

Blue Thunder my foot. Fred Flintstone is my new hero.