Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: Bayville, New Jersey
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Well the day finally came...I have officially launched my Starwind 22. I have been painstakenly refitting her since November and was pretty sure that I covered all the bases. I had two friends join me to assist in standing the mast and chose a marina nearby that has a very long pier next to the boat ramp which would make it easy to have to assemble the mast and such. We backed her in and she came off the trailor in one easy slide and I walked her down the pier to get out of the way of other boaters.
I have done this before but each time i find it very nerve-wracking. I tried my best to convey orders to the crew as to what order to attach things, where not to step and "For Christs'sake...move about easy!!". Now keep in mind, its 92 degrees and with the humidity it feels like 102. Two motorboats approach, we carefully guide them around us and they proceed to the ramp with no problems or fuss. I'm getting frustrated because it is Hot, i ripped open my finger on the sharp end of a cotter.....I can't believe such a stupid little cut can spew so much blood all over the deck, clothing, new hat, etc.
All is going well and we only have the back-stay to lock in place and we get get the hell out of there. Some fella in his upper 70's pulls up to the pier behind us and ties off. He watches us struggle with the mast..and has the nerve to come up and ask us to move along. I looked at him with a sharp glare and felt best to keep my mouth shut. My friend Doug, who is a vegan, zen, love everyone and everything type, barked " just go around like everyone else". Must be hot.
The old guy was pissed. He stomped off to get his trailor. The nerve.
OK. All set now. I fire up the outboard and we untied from the pier, Only now I have to back around this old geezer who is right up my stern. I ease into reverse and grab the tiller to make my way out.
"SSHHHHNNNAAAAAAAAAAP". This is the sound that a perfectly good "looking" tiller handle makes when it is dry-rotted from the inside. I could'nt believe it. So, now I'm heading right for the geezers boat and he is running down the pier, people are yelling, complete chaos! The outboard had little effect in steering the rudder which is jammed and sticking straight out. Thanks to the quick efforts of the crew, we saved the geezers little runabout and i cleared the pier.
My slip is not far from the ramp, but at this point i was a little perplexed and flustered and embarrased. I pull on the lead that is supposed to pull the rudder down...that crumbles in my hand as well.
oh F@#$ Me!!!! This became my mantra for the next few minutes while i figured out how to steer my boat in its current condition. I took a moment to calm down and gather my thoughts. The wind had pushed the bow around and...
thunk.thunk.thunk.thunk.thunk.thunkthunk. This is the sound the rudder makes when it lies against the prop.
Oh F@#$ Me some more!!! I was told later that no one could actually hear me swearing during the ordeal but the crew said i looked like a mad man having a fit. Fairly accurate I suppose.
Finally I creeped into the slip. I surveyed the damage...minimal. Few scuff marks on the rudder from the prop, nothing a little bottomkote can't fix. A new tiller handle will be picked up this evening.
I asked one of the crew to go below and grab me a well deserved beer. I heard...."oh ****", when he opeded the hatch. Here we go.
He comes up with the windex!!!!! SON OF A>>>>>>>
I could only laugh at this point. What a day!!
I can't wait to take the mast down again!!!!!