After 7 years flirting with the trailerable market (out of situational necessity), fired off an offer this week for a 98' Macgregor 26x that I couldn't refuse if accepted. To my surprise, it's now my problem.
Main looked as if it had been stored in the owner's garden, and the port transom took a high shot at some point that looks like Godzilla was involved.
Aside from that, the bones are fine, and lots of goodies that used to work are repairable more easily than expected, including a strong Honda 50 that seems to have somehow inherited a prop from an oil tanker, now replaced.
Now granted, the maiden voyage had all the trappings:
- Bothered looking children
- A main that Francis Scott Key would have written a poem about
- Running ashore on a sand beach (on purpose) where lots of nice boats worried about anchors 500' away
- Being a potential obstacle of overtaking vessels with four times the sail (though only by a knot or two at a time).
Here's the thing: I've sailed just about every damn thing under 40' at some point or another over the past quarter century, including single handing on blue, and I am pleased with my find for its purpose so far.
Don't want to get into a Macgregor discussion, but I had a little bit of fun today, and have, in the past, always enjoyed the camarederie of the water, be it a sunfish with a rusted spar or an offshore cat with every amenity.
But today, sans details, there was a real disdain simmering out there.
I'd like to say I don't care , but I guess I care enough to ask.
We all depend on each other out there at some point, so what's with the loathing on sunny day with 10kts?
Main looked as if it had been stored in the owner's garden, and the port transom took a high shot at some point that looks like Godzilla was involved.
Aside from that, the bones are fine, and lots of goodies that used to work are repairable more easily than expected, including a strong Honda 50 that seems to have somehow inherited a prop from an oil tanker, now replaced.
Now granted, the maiden voyage had all the trappings:
- Bothered looking children
- A main that Francis Scott Key would have written a poem about
- Running ashore on a sand beach (on purpose) where lots of nice boats worried about anchors 500' away
- Being a potential obstacle of overtaking vessels with four times the sail (though only by a knot or two at a time).
Here's the thing: I've sailed just about every damn thing under 40' at some point or another over the past quarter century, including single handing on blue, and I am pleased with my find for its purpose so far.
Don't want to get into a Macgregor discussion, but I had a little bit of fun today, and have, in the past, always enjoyed the camarederie of the water, be it a sunfish with a rusted spar or an offshore cat with every amenity.
But today, sans details, there was a real disdain simmering out there.
I'd like to say I don't care , but I guess I care enough to ask.
We all depend on each other out there at some point, so what's with the loathing on sunny day with 10kts?