Diving for the Pearce Arrow

Scuba diving was always fun but when you add trespassing, at night, into some old Italian guys gravel quarry you just might wonder about your own sanity. Like why is this old Pearce Arrow at the bottom of the quarry. Was somebody behind the wheel when it was sent over the edge? Who gives a shit. I really wanted to see that old classic car. Driving down the gravel road was scary even at 15-20 mph. I hit a bump and the loudest PFFFSSSSS I have ever heard in my life. I jumped out of the car, opened the trunk turned off the air valve and wondered how much I lost. From that point on I walked in front of the car as my wife drove slowly enough to not even register a speed on the odometer. Ken and I put on our wet-suits pointed our flash lights into the water. It illuminated a heavy murky green algae with a total of 7 or maybe 8 feet. Ken and I stayed connected with a clothes line for safety. We followed a twisted steel section rail track. That rested on a railroad trestle that reached down to the quarry floor. About 50 feet below us. The rail ended and pointed downward as we got further down my air began to run out after 25 minutes or so we surfaced with great disappointment . never to see the great Pearce Arrow we were so enthused about. Many promises and talks about "Next Time we'll...." and we knew there would never be a next time. But we dreamers and doers keep our ideas filled with fresh hot air, hope and calculated b.s. ...........TT