Bobby, your kayak is a work of art!. Glad you aren't going to cover all that beautiful framing.
In Bar Harbor, Maine I'm known as Duct tape Bob. My brother-in-law has been kayaking for decades but never offered to let me take one out on the water. He was concerned I would do the NASCAR thing and just make left turns. After he bought and assembled a kit for a two-person kayak and named it Big Bird, I suggested it would be a good vehicle to test my kayaking abilities.
I duct-taped a paddle to my forearm and got in the kayak. Now he's afraid I can't get out of the kayak with a paddle strapped on and he'll have to cut up Big Bird. After I proved it could be done, we went out on the water with his kayaking club. When we arrived at the destination well ahead of the others, it was another "how'd you do that" discussion. Main issue was "did you tape it on by yourself?" That long ago sign flashed to mind: "Institute for the Crippled and Disabled" where I got my degree.
This is "Duct tape Bob meets Big Bird," the basis for a kayaking article published in the local paper and a national magazine. Finally got my 15-seconds of fame.