Resisting the urge

[Gary1]

As I've said elsewhere, I have a bad temper. Always have. It came boiling up today, in spades.

I was out on the old Morgan, doing some needful chores like changing the racor filter. I made a mistake in the process and got an air bubble in the line, so I had to bleed the injectors. No big deal. Loosen up the fittings on 4 injectors, swaddle them in paper towels to catch the diesel when it comes out and to let me know they're 'wet' again, tighten the fittings back up, and finito.

All went well. These fittings have anti-seize on them to make sure they're easy to loosen, I've got the correct sized fitting wrench which resides in a little pocket in the engine compartment. Etc.

Turned the engine over, got the fuel up to the injectors, and had tightened three of the four fittings. As I was tightening the last, nearest injector fitting, the neighborhood idiot rips past in his 'yacht' (His term, not mine.) A Luhrs fishing boat. Wake hits Ruffian's stern, causes her to pitch violently, and I go flying forward--with the wrench still wrapped around the fitting in my right hand.

Broke the steel compression fitting quite neatly. Split the unsupported flat slick as a whistle. I got to my feet, looked out the companionway at the neighborhood idiot and growl to myself yet again.

Then I came in and found the part, and that's when my temper went off. Just one too many straws, I guess. Now here I am, with a broken high-pressure fuel line that's busted. Cost for said little 12" long piece of 1/8" pipe with two compression fittings? $120 bucks. In the meantime (2 weeks lead time. They don't keep them in stock--they make them up when ordered--and paid for) Ruff is hard down for two weeks, at least. I'm out $120 bucks. And the village idiot is out running around the river. I honestly hope he catches nothing but old tires and that the crab-trap buoys actively seek his props out and leave him stranded next to a mangrove that is alive with mosquitoes.

Meanwhile, I have to resist the urge to pay him a visit, or this time, I know I'll end up in jail. I've asked nicely, begged, and stopped just short of threats to the guy. Naturally, such things as 'no wake within 300 feet of the nearest structure' don't apply to him. Just ask him, and he'll tell you so.

Does anyone know where I can purchase some nice military surplus floating mines?

Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to resist the urge to throttle him...again.

[cardiacpaul]

its too bad I'm so far from you, I'm in a "mood"

[camaraderie]

Black wetsuit...new moon...small hand drill!

[Gary1]

Thanks, Cam. Just what I really need is encouragement...

[Freesail99]

You can buy a small drill at harbor freight for 18 bucks. Oh wear rubber gloves.

[chucklesR]

Big drill, you have to defeat the bilge pump

Take 25 bucks and file a suit for damages in civil claims court. Ruin his day even if you don't win.

Fill a 30 gallon garbage can with concrete and drop 1 or more astern of his boat slip, build up a nice little barricade, do it at night of course -what's one little splash here and there?

[sailingdog]

leave some nice dirty grey polypropylrene lines attached to his dock and kick them in the water by the stern of his boat.

I would also go after him in small claims court.

Finally, take a quick dive and unscrew his zincs.

[T37Chef]

While your at it, video him next time, and all the other idiots for that matter, should help in court

[Stillraining]

Gary :
Why dont you make your own...a good double flare tool is 70 bucks and parts would be 10 to 15 bucks...you would spend more time buying the stuff then the line would take you to make up.

[CalebD]

And here I am thinking that a heavy sugar syrup in the fuel or a potato epoxied into his exhaust would do the trick! I just never stop learning on these forums.