DavidSpaulding
07-01-2003, 04:13 AM
For me launch day is always a cocktail of equal parts giddy anticipation, trepidation, and satisafaction. Launch Day 2003 was no different except it was a double. The same day -- the same hour -- that my Commander, Ceili, was launched, I had to assist the new owner in the launch of the Typhoon I sold him. Usual launch day stories -- morning boat hauler customers not ready at appointed hour, pushing back nno-time appointments, tide running out, etc.
Everything went pretty smoothly until it came to putting the 9.9 HP Suzuki in the lazarette. Man, would I have been screwed if my dad didn't come along. (Thanks, Dad!!)
Of course, once the smoke cleared and I was able to take her out into the mooring field, someone had moved my mooring! I know, in a field of seemingly hundreds it often feels like the mooring's been moved, but this time it was. I found it about TEN FEET away from the next closest ball! Had to tie on to someone else's. (Number 149, I owe you.)
Now, on to the stepping!
David
Ceili, Commander 256
now nestled in Falmouth, Maine
Everything went pretty smoothly until it came to putting the 9.9 HP Suzuki in the lazarette. Man, would I have been screwed if my dad didn't come along. (Thanks, Dad!!)
Of course, once the smoke cleared and I was able to take her out into the mooring field, someone had moved my mooring! I know, in a field of seemingly hundreds it often feels like the mooring's been moved, but this time it was. I found it about TEN FEET away from the next closest ball! Had to tie on to someone else's. (Number 149, I owe you.)
Now, on to the stepping!
David
Ceili, Commander 256
now nestled in Falmouth, Maine