A famous local hydroplane driver calls it a “universal tribal ritual” that flourished for about 25 years, all because of the annual Seafair races.
If you’re a male between the ages of roughly 45 and 65 who grew up around Seattle, this story will make complete sense to you.
If not, well, set aside your disbelief and grab a Schwinn Stingray, some twine, and a flat piece of wood about the size of a laptop computer and pedal back about 50 years to a much simpler time.
From early July to early August, from roughly the mid-1950s to the late 1970s, little boys (and, as we’ve since heard from
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