Way back in the day, when we were in the San Carlos work yard (probably somewhere around week 5 of our 7-week work yard stay), our good friend told us about the $10 days. Those are the days that if someone came up and said “hey, I’ve got $10, can I have your boat?” you’d reply, “yep, and would you like a side of fries with that?”.
Seriously, boats can be a drag.
Just when I was thinking “haven’t had to write too many I-hate-boat-projects-posts lately”… *poof* there goes the happy factor!
Here, sing along with me to the tune of “the hip bone’s connected to the…blabla”, k?:
“The alternator fell off so we made a new bracket; we towed the boat with the dinghy into the marina and then met Kiwi-Dave; he made us a new fancy-schmancy (read: pricey) bracket; the new bracket installation snapped off the stud it was attached to; Jon replaced the stud and had to open up the coolant resoirvoir; it was dirrrrty in there; then we tried to start the engine and oh! the starter wouldn’t starrrrrrrrrt; so we took the raw water pump off and hey! Only one vein left on the raw water impeller (if only we didn’t have to dismantle the whole engine to check this sucker — thanks Westerbeke!); so now we have to take the heat exchanger apart to retrieve impeller fin bits and pieces; and hey! the starter would not come off, and it was dark so we gave up and went to bed; woke up, emptied the lazarette, took every spare engine piece off we could dream of; re-read the fabulous manual (“remove two bolts. remove starter”) and cursed the directions a little more; called the one mechanic in the area and while I was on the phone hey! the starter came off… just needed the threat of a mechanic I guess 🙂 so now we can get back to trying to figure out what’s wrong with the starter motor, oh!”
So, yup. $10 and you can have her.
Oh, and the conversation that went with coffee this morning? Something like this:
“Should we just leave the boat here and fly home now?”
“Yep, but then we’ll have to figure out how to get the starter off next year. Can we bring a new engine back with us?”
“Sure. Or we should ship the boat. What was the quote you got? $14k to New York City? $14,000 seems like the deal of the century.”
“Still a huge chunk of change though. For $14k we could probably hire somebody to inflict bodily pain every time we consider giving up.”
“Oooh I like that. Who should our torturer be?”
And then we start brainstorming who our torturer could be. Or what RV we should buy. Or what unsuspecting soul we should donate Brio to. It’s a fun game, really 🙂
Just one more thing. Way-back-when, I had an amazing mentor who taught me that when people say they want a “challenge”, you should laugh at them. Because what they really mean is that they want the growth that comes from surviving a challenge, but the only way you get that growth is by going through the challenge, and challenge, my dear friend, is not fun. It’s pain and hurt and frustration and hopelessness and exhaustion and trial and error and a whole lot of effort and it’s only if you actually persevere through that you might even get anything good out of it all anyways.
But maybe — just maybe — at the end of all this we’ll be able to look back and smile a fond little smile at the memory of being a broken boat in Bocas and laugh at how much we’ve learned and how much we’ve grown since then, and it will all be worth it.
Until then, it’s pretty much pain and hurt and frustration and hopelessness and exhaustion and trial and error and a whole lot of effort.
Just keepin’ it real for y’all 😉