Well, OK, then . . .
Here it goes.
It was a dark, cold, rainy Friday morning. Captain Scott was at his real job. You know, the one that actually pays for the sailing habit. In a fit of shear bordom and against all recommendations from his bride, the lowly Captain was surfing Craigs List. Hmm, . . . no, . . . . not that . . ., cool but no thanks . . . . ., hey, wait a minute, what's this . . . a posting that was submitted just moments before . . . . hey, the posting is wrong. That's not a 21'er, its a . . . Yes . . it . . . is! By golly a Chrysler 22!
Not thinking beyond the moment and acting out of pure instinct, our fearless Captain shot of an email requesting more information . . . . . . In moments the email was returned with a company name and a phone number. No other data was provided. Hmm. with a response like that and pouring rain, she'll never sell. Suddenly the Captain realized his hands had already dialed the number and were litterally holding the phone to his ear! "Why, I guess I'd better stay on the line", he thinks to himself . . . . Ring . . . .Ring . . . . hey, maybe no one will answer and the Captain will not have to yet again explain to his bride this strange addiction . . .That was not the case.
The lady answerd in an unusually friendly voice and suddenly the Captain was bonding with her. Jokes were shared, data was shared, the boat's still for sale . . . . . yes, the manager will be in Saturday morning .. . not road worthy . . . . .if you'll come in at 10:00 sharp . . . . Yikes . . . Saturdays forcast was for heavy downpour of rain. The weather man was not going to dissapoint this time either. So thinking of his bride, aware that he already has to many boats, the Captain replied with "Sure! I'll be there!". Does this man not learn?
Later that Friday evening found Captain Scott loading his truck with no less than, spare tire, temporary lights, floor jack, jack stands, impact wrench, extension cords, breaker bar, impact sockets, tie downs and bungies . . . . . .a man on a mission would not adequately describe the odd scene. The phone, yes, the phone . . . where's Alans number . . . . like an adict looking for verification of his habits . . Captain Scott was dialing is trusted friend . . . .
SA ( Sailors anonymous ) is for quiters.
Alan would understand . . . . and sure enough . . . without hesitation . . . . Alan ( AlanHod by some ) was at the Captains side . . Sure . . .Yes . .. . . GREAT IDEA! . . . . you bet! 8:30 Sharp . . . . tomorrow . . . . I'll be ready . . .
After a quick shower Saturday morning the Captain was off. Fresh coffee and a GPS assisted the Captain to his first destination. Alan was out the door in a flash bringing with him a few missing items, flashlight, tire pump, etc. Clearly his addiction also ran deep. The dynamic duo arrived early only to back track for fast food and time killing exercises. Chatter consisted from parking habits of patrons of the restaraunt to how perfect the pouring rain was for a boat buyer . . . . the clock clicked and they were off again. The boat was easily found . . . . grins filled two faces . . . . hey . . . not bad . . . . and here comes the owner . . . . .
An hour was spent walking the deck, checking the rigging, going over the interior and even crawling under her for keel pin inspection all in the pouring rain. Everyone was soaked. He who speaks first looses . . . . the owner asked, so what do you think . . .
let the sparing begin . . . .
the captain being very capable at wielding the sword . . . . . finally came to an offering price . . . .eyeing both the seller and Alan the Captain speaks his offer . . . it was only a flash . . . recovery was almost instant . . . ALMOST unnoticable . . . but it was there . . . . Alan about choked . . . the Captain smiled to himself inside awaiting the owners response . . .he was good . . . the owner . . . however his sword dulled by the cold and rain . . . it was visible . . . the Captain knew it and did not flinch . . . he waited . . .more chatter was had . . . . finally the seller . . . spoke a counter offer . . . moments later an agreement was had .. . the boat, trailer, and 12.9 electric start original Chrysler motor must be moved today.
The sparing was over and swords sheathed . . . . the seller left and was back in moments with a fork lift only to find the Captain and Alan readying the boat for transport . . . . bad tire removed and off to Firestone for a rubber swap . . . .and back again . . . it took only moments for the Captain and Alan to have her road ready with lights, new shoes, and hooked up to the tow rig . . . all in the pouring rain . . . . the Captain went to the sellers office to finish the deal, sign the papers, and offer up greenbacks while Alan readied the mast with tie downs and bungies . . . the owner was amazed when he offered to get the fork lift again only to find the boat was at his office, ready to roll. He appreciated it was to be gone in moments! He needed the space. With ninja likel stealthness Alan guided the Captain home avoiding all freeways and major roads . . . . all the while the Captain pondering how to explain this latest move to his bride . . .. As the Captain arrived him with Alan at his side he saw no less than his bride had already made room at home for a possible new family member by moving the daily drivers out of the way! The Captains heart grew three times that day in fondness for his loved best friend, solemate, and bride of almost 20 years!
Specific details intentionally left out.
This story is non fiction.
Scott
Remember, these photos are AFTER Alan and I straightened her up for road travel! LOL!
I think those are where Shreks ears came from!
