Oh shit! What time is it? I grabbed the remote control for my air conditioner. 6:47, cool. Shower, dress, grab a cup of java and head down to Stephen's. An unknown worker killed time on a handheld game device. Pablo showed up right on time, 7:30. WTF?
We boarded the pirate boat and headed out to salvage the hull we saw three weeks ago. The hull probably originally sold for $40k, the owner was asking $2k. Stephen offered $600, take it or leave it. The glass was all in very good shape, the hatches and hinges were worthless. The glascine needed to be replaced, but it was a fine hull, A 26 foot ??? center console, walk around with a cuddy cabin. I told Stephen yesterday that there was no way in hell two people were going to unstick that boat even at high tide. The boat must weigh at least 3,000 pounds.
Twenty minutes later, or so we arrived at the boat, situated at the opening of a teak farm atop a trailer not so slowly yielding its oxidizing frame to the sea. The stern was at least a foot above the water and the boat was bow down.
I suggested we elevate the tongue of the trailer on which the boat was resting using the long planks of teak as fulcrums and moment arms of a lever. The idea was nixed and various approaches applied for an hour using such things as ropes and trying to lift the boat. Finally the man who ran the property came over. He had a proven technique that he had used.
He supervised the creation of a lever to lift the tongue of the trailer.
Huh. In any event Stephen got a hell of a hull for $600.
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