I Have Lost Count of the Sunsets...
my 1978 33C has shared with me, I can't remember all the places we have anchored and shared the sunrise as we watched birds leave thier nests to forage.
I am at my desk now figuring out what I have to spend, need to spend, should spend, WANT to spend, to ready her for our sixth season. The new Defender catalog is already well thumbed, marked, and high-lighted.
My new wife is planning trips to St. Michael's and Have de Grace while cursing the snow that keeps us from sleeping overnight on the boat.
I have no idea what Dunlook'n cost when new. I have only a vague idea of what I have spent to make her better than new with electronics, add-ons, and materials that were only dreamed about when she was designed.
I do know that a gentle sway while my wife and I sleep, the laughter of ALL my children as they adjust her sails, the fellowship of friends make each dollar, and every commissioning moment, a return on investment that Wall Street can only dream about.
Dunlook'n rests soundly. She needs only the wind, and my hand, to make her come alive.
The rest....money I would have wasted somewhere else.
Oh, heavens, Bugaloo, don't count the cost! You'll only give yourself headaches-- and your socio-financial advisor (significant other) will hate you. (I couldn't have rebuilt this boat if I'd been still married
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The numbers aren't meaningful any more anyway. When I started drawing for Hunter (1973) I was getting about $2.00/hour from my dad who made $20k/year, which was about half of what he was worth. I don't even know how to apply those numbers today. Fiberglass resin was $2.20 a gallon, which was atrocious, due to the OPEC hassles of the day. John Luhrs found a guy in Texas who had it for $2.00, representing an incredible bargain-- but you had to buy the whole tank car's worth of it (and Hunter at Marlboro had no direct rail service!). Boats of fiberglass sold for $2.00 a pound. I couldn't figure out what that meant-- where are all the wires, screws, upholstery, plywood panels, etc., in that? At the H30 meeting I asked about it. John and Reggie told me the H30 had to sell for under $20k, to make market; and I told them-- having done the displacement calculations when my dad was down in traction-- that it wasn't going to happen because the boat weighed 10,002 lbs. (Naive I was then.)
Now, 40 years later, you can get a nice '70s H30 for about $10-12,000. Converted to 1974 terms that would be, basically, free. So what does it matter what your boat sold for new, 35-40 years ago? By all marketing calculations of the day, it shouldn't even still be here. So in a way it's priceless-- literally. (This is the other point I make about restoring older fiberglass boats: you save the environment from a rotting, non-biodegradable hulk-- and relieve the new-boat market from having to pollute the world, with vapor, dust, chemical offal and all associated production costs, in the making of a new one.)
A decent, well-cared-for or restored Hunter 25 series 1 sloop will sell for maybe $6000 in today's market. I have *about* $4500 in mine, exclusive of topsides paint, a new 135%, motor rebuild and batteries. I've built it mostly by getting materials discounts through vendors and affiliates and figure I'll be lucky to break even. But then I'll have an as-new boat that I know completely (except maybe for that stubborn rainwater leak I can't find the source of) and it'll be how I want it, not a dealer- and factory-specified compromise, and I'll keep it for as long as I am able to sail and get far more than my money's worth out of it.
Besides, I have grown very fond of the old girl (who turns 40 end of this month). She's a part of me, you know.
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