Favorite Bat-gadget was probably the Batboat, because it was fun to get out on the ocean and run that thing around at high speed.
I really like boats. If you want to go somewhere, you just take your house with you.
Part of life has to be about enjoying life and having different experiences, especially if you're with friends and you're on an adventure on a boat or a submarine - it's a lot of fun.
I'm a trader. Under the right circumstances, I'd consider a new boat. I'm not ruling it out.
After 28 years of owning boats, I'm over it.
The biggest yacht that I have accommodates a submarine.
A dugout is much superior to a conventional manufactured canoe because you can get soaking wet without bothering to capsize it.
We also own a little boat and I'm like a kid with it. I take off early in the morning, fishing rod in tow, and just drift about the ocean all day.
With two people and luggage on board she draws four inches of water. Two canoe paddles will move her along at a speed reasonable enough in moderate currents.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
Boating on the lake is one of my favorite summer activities.
Jet ski and wild noises.
I miss my boats, and I miss having the ability to be out on the water during the daytime and then go skiing at night.
Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Afloat.We move: Delicious! Ah, What else is like the gondola?
The boats outside the window were always still I wondered if one of them would take me to the ocean.
I love boats. Anything that runs, anything mechanical. It's my God-given passion in life.
I've got a quad bike, which I've raced against neighbours. You could give me a go-kart with a lawnmower engine - I'd still have fun. I like jet skis, speedboats, all the boys' toys.
I think being in a car is far more dangerous. I feel much more in control with a 16 foot croc, 3,000 pounds jaw pressure trying to have a go at me.
For will anyone dare to tell me that business is more entertaining than fooling among boats? He must have never seen a boat, or never seen an office, who says so.
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.
Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.
The man who rows the boat seldom has time to rock it.
