Sunday, May 10I woke up, popped out of the boat, and saw a Replica Vacheron Constantin watches new, unfamiliar boat in the slip across from Syzygy, where Stuart had been. It was a big ugly bulky thing, a brand new Hunter 40, all curvy fiberglass and stainless steel, gleaming white, like a big toy.Turns out it was Stuart after all - hed just chartered a different sailboat for the weekend, since his boat is out of commission on account of the new engine hes having installed at a yard in Sausalito. I was offered a tour, and went down below. I didnt like it.
It was spacious and bright, but felt like what Jim calls a floating condo. It had a flat screen TV, leather couches, granite counters, and a smooth sculpted plastic headliner -- like the dashboard on a car. It oozed sleekness, and lacked personality.Besides: the traveler was up on the bimini, and it had no backstay, and the transom was scooped out like a Replica A Lange&Sohne watches giant shoehorn, just begging the ocean to crash on in. I was glad to see it gone the next day. I hope Stuart has $10,000 for that new engine, because I like his boat much more, and cant wait for him to return. ---Saturday, May 16:Matt and I got all fired up this evening after measuring the bimini and old radar arch.
We cranked the Indiana Jones theme song, and started dismantling the affair like it was our job. I took down the bimini fabric, while Matt removed the frame. I disconnected the radar wire, and removed the dome. Matt undid the screws holding the base of the arch to the stern. We were both humming along having a grand old time, psyched to swiss replica watches remove, at long last, this enormous piece of jankiness. Within minutes we had removed the beast, and carted it off to the bow, to deal with later.Afterwards, the boat felt different. It felt naked. Smaller, more open, and way more vulnerable --- like you could just trip or slip or hop and fall overboard. It was almost scary how dramatic the feeling was -- how much of a shift it represented.
