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
