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Creative ideas for loading 38''''er on trailer w/out crane?
Dropping by here occasionally as my time allows, a thread like this one sticks out like a gaping wound. The first post is from a sailor asking for advice on loading a large boat on a trailer. A predator of this board, smells fresh meat in a snare in the form of pictures of the boat the skipper has so unknowingly supplied towards his own demise. The predator pokes at the potential kill with the spear tip “If you’re looking for ways to save some bucks, sell this boat for land fill!" Ignoring the predator, some of the wise elders of the board come forward to offer constructive feedback to the forlorn skipper. But others looking to advance their ranking in the tribe have a different assessment of the snared skipper.
“Have you seen the pics of the interior of this boat? Are you saying that because the keel will be supported everything will be fine? The dynamics of a vessel on a trailer can be pretty severe.”
Now the boat is loaded on the trailer, and the primitive drum beat of the ages has begun. A small skirmish breaks out around the loaded boat while she sits sacrificially on her altar. The tribe is restless, and the drum beat increases in it’s rhythmic pounding beat.
”Where is the Captain someone shouts. He must be punished. He had no right to come here to our land. We have the evidence against him and the unworthiness of his albatross of a boat. We have these pictures of it!!"
The tribe has become ecstatic. They’re anxiously awaiting what ever will happen next. Then the first torch is thrown to the boat. It is the torch of reason.
“It seems to me that when the advice to certain questions are obvious we just keep shooting flares hoping to make contact”
The flames flicker, but the old girl just doesn’t want to give up. Another member of the tribe throws the second torch. It’s the torch of integrity.
“Tracksuit, if you’re feelings are hurt, well that’s what Band-Aids are for, if you want sugar-coating, go to Krispy Crème and pick up a dozen.”
The torch rolls across the cockpit, and falls down through the companionway. Flames can be seen flickering through the port holes. The primal urges of the tribe aren’t satisfied though. Lastly, a third torch is thrown. It’s the torch of brotherhood.
“I think your days of not being taken seriously are definitely approaching a middle.”
The torch finds it’s mark and the old girl becomes covered with flames leaping to the sky, while the dazed eyes of the tribe look on. They begin to dance around the burning wreck as the melee gets into full stride. The ship is quickly consumed, and all that is left is the haggard looks of the tribe members as they try to understand what has just happened.
”Someone most speak words, one shouts.”
A junior elder steps ceremoniously forward to address the Captain.
"We''re sailors here, different by nature to the rest of the planet, and maybe a little off center (just ask any powerboater!).
But I think you have underestimated your costs to a STAGGERING degree.”
The gods have been appeased. Muffled voices and the droning drum beat become silent.The tribe moves on.