Making a plan

It's 1:18 PM on Sunday afternoon here in The Electric City.

I figure that leaves me 4 full hours to drive to the marina, ride around on the lake until something breaks, catches fire or falls off, run the batteries down trying to raise help on the radio, waste 10 or 12 distress flares trying to get a passing boater's attention, wash ashore on some uncharted beach in Georgia, find the nearest highway and hitchhike a ride home in the back of a turnip truck ... in plenty of time to make The Six.

Sounds like a plan.