Glassman
Jetboaters Admiral
- Messages
- 2,238
- Reaction score
- 1,946
- Points
- 267
- Location
- Redondo Beach, California, U.S.A.
- Boat Make
- Yamaha
- Year
- 2004
- Boat Model
- AR
- Boat Length
- 23
It all started innocently enough. Our typical routine of shopping and packing for a 3 day trip (2 1/2 really) to the river.
I got every thing on the list right after work on Thursday. Well, almost everything. It wouldn't be a trip to the store if I didn't forget one damn thing!
This time it was Wheat Thins. I got "The Look" for that .
OK, all packed and just killing time until 7:00 pm - that's the time the boss told me that she wants to leave because our daughter asked if we could all leave together and she had to work late that day. OK, that's cool.
6:50 pm my wife gets a text: "Are you guys on the road yet?"
WTF?
They left early because her patient cancelled.
And obviously driving together wasn't such a big deal since they didn't bother to tell us.
OK, that's cool - let's just go.
Me: Honey, did you let the dog out to go before we left?
Her: Yes.
Me: Did he poop?
Her: I don't know.
Me: Well he's farting so should we stop? It's a long drive.
Too late, the old dog let it go on the floor in the back of the van.....oh crap, literally.
Stop, let him out, clean things up, get back on the road.
We are way behind and have to make up some time...
And since they took the freeway to hell, I would take the one that is moving. When it was all said and done we got in about 15 minutes after they did even though they left about 2 hours before us.
Next day....
7:00 am - Launch. All is well. I had planned to beach the boat briefly while I ran up to the parking lot to make a few repairs to the bunk boards...15-20 minutes honey, enjoy your coffee, be right back.
That went quickly, no problems. Cross that off the list.
Next up, change the oil. Usually do that while floating down river while it's nice and calm - no other boats around.
Boss says, "Why don't we just do it right here?" I think...hmmm, not a bad idea, it would be quicker.
So we break out the "stuff" and start. First engine - no problem - done. Start on the second engine and just happen to look over the side of the boat and think to myself, "Self, does the water seem to be going down fast?"
It was...and it did. And I stop and say, "Let's move the boat back a couple of feet before we get stuck."
TOO LATE.
Stuck like a chicken bone in a dog's craw.
We get on the phone and start calling some friends who had launched earlier than us and were somewhere skiing...no answer....voice mail.....try their daughter who walks around with the phone in her hand all day, certainly she'll pick up. Nope.
Finally someone gets the call, we are really stuck now.
I made a bridle out of tow line and had it waiting for my buddy when he arrived. Fortunately his daughter's boyfriend doesn't miss many meals and between him and me and my buddy in the his boat, we got my boat dragged off the beach. And that's when I saw THE ROCK.
Yeah, about the size of a bowling ball on serious steroids...it was well under water when we first beached, however when the water went down, so did the boat...on THE ROCK.
We had been rocking the boat trying to free it and we were unknowingly rocking it right onto ...
you guessed it..THE ROCK.
At the end of the day I would discover several chunks of gel coat chipped off a chine. Nice. I ended up doing gel coat repair in the parking lot that night while holding a flashlight in my teeth.
This is where I make a long story short, because it's still going downhill and I don't want to make that trip down Memory Lane just yet. Suffice to say that there was blood involved - mine, and maybe some swearing ( OK, A LOT of swearing)
Ever had one of THOSE Weekends?
I got every thing on the list right after work on Thursday. Well, almost everything. It wouldn't be a trip to the store if I didn't forget one damn thing!
This time it was Wheat Thins. I got "The Look" for that .
OK, all packed and just killing time until 7:00 pm - that's the time the boss told me that she wants to leave because our daughter asked if we could all leave together and she had to work late that day. OK, that's cool.
6:50 pm my wife gets a text: "Are you guys on the road yet?"
WTF?
They left early because her patient cancelled.
And obviously driving together wasn't such a big deal since they didn't bother to tell us.
OK, that's cool - let's just go.
Me: Honey, did you let the dog out to go before we left?
Her: Yes.
Me: Did he poop?
Her: I don't know.
Me: Well he's farting so should we stop? It's a long drive.
Too late, the old dog let it go on the floor in the back of the van.....oh crap, literally.
Stop, let him out, clean things up, get back on the road.
We are way behind and have to make up some time...
And since they took the freeway to hell, I would take the one that is moving. When it was all said and done we got in about 15 minutes after they did even though they left about 2 hours before us.
Next day....
7:00 am - Launch. All is well. I had planned to beach the boat briefly while I ran up to the parking lot to make a few repairs to the bunk boards...15-20 minutes honey, enjoy your coffee, be right back.
That went quickly, no problems. Cross that off the list.
Next up, change the oil. Usually do that while floating down river while it's nice and calm - no other boats around.
Boss says, "Why don't we just do it right here?" I think...hmmm, not a bad idea, it would be quicker.
So we break out the "stuff" and start. First engine - no problem - done. Start on the second engine and just happen to look over the side of the boat and think to myself, "Self, does the water seem to be going down fast?"
It was...and it did. And I stop and say, "Let's move the boat back a couple of feet before we get stuck."
TOO LATE.
Stuck like a chicken bone in a dog's craw.
We get on the phone and start calling some friends who had launched earlier than us and were somewhere skiing...no answer....voice mail.....try their daughter who walks around with the phone in her hand all day, certainly she'll pick up. Nope.
Finally someone gets the call, we are really stuck now.
I made a bridle out of tow line and had it waiting for my buddy when he arrived. Fortunately his daughter's boyfriend doesn't miss many meals and between him and me and my buddy in the his boat, we got my boat dragged off the beach. And that's when I saw THE ROCK.
Yeah, about the size of a bowling ball on serious steroids...it was well under water when we first beached, however when the water went down, so did the boat...on THE ROCK.
We had been rocking the boat trying to free it and we were unknowingly rocking it right onto ...
you guessed it..THE ROCK.
At the end of the day I would discover several chunks of gel coat chipped off a chine. Nice. I ended up doing gel coat repair in the parking lot that night while holding a flashlight in my teeth.
This is where I make a long story short, because it's still going downhill and I don't want to make that trip down Memory Lane just yet. Suffice to say that there was blood involved - mine, and maybe some swearing ( OK, A LOT of swearing)
Ever had one of THOSE Weekends?
