Inspired by yzfr1's question, here is my boat buying story. The short version.
After months of searching and wanting to buy a boat, I heard of a semi-shady guy (who was not the owner but somehow could sell me the boat) in what seemed like a semi-shady marina, trying to move a semi-repoed 1979 H-33 for $6500. Coincidentally, I had happened to stroll through the marina previously and noticed the neglected boat on my own, loved the look of it, including it's possible bargain basement status.
We went for a meet on the boat, during which he started the motor. "She's a runner!" he and his semi-shady partner exclaimed. The interior was coated with layers of cigarette tar from years of being inhabited by what turned out to be two semi-shady alchoholics. As I looked things over with my novice eyes, a old marina rat with a strange expression confided to me surruptitiously, "I know that boat. The motor is blown!" Something about the way he said it made me semi-question his motives. The motor was running, something sounded a little rough, but I kind of liked the sound of it. Semi-shady seller said he would take care of me.
I decided to have the boat hauled out with a surveyor and diesel mechanic present and consumate the deal then if it went well. While waiting for the day, I came on a boating forum and asked the old salts about it. To a man they warned me off the deal. "Why don't you get a nice 25' or 27', perfect for your price range?" they said.
I didn't liked the cramped and sub six foot head room in those boats. I really wanted to reach above my budget if I could. I figured with that plus a lot of elbow grease maybe I could have it all. The old salts laughed at me. So far my positive gut feeling was in huge turmoil with the experts.
On the haul out, the mechanic and surveyor looked everything over. The mechanic said three out of four motor mounts were broken. It needed a new shaft and prop. $1500, he estimated. The surveyor seemed nice, but then started to seem semi-shady. He gave me the A-OK, for the most part, nothing major wrong with the boat. I agreed to buy the boat assuming the semi-shady guy would pump out the full-to-the-brim holding tank which he did with a power vac. I paid him and the mechanic.
After he left, I realized the surveyor had not mentioned the through hulls. I called him. He blustered and flustered. Later I realized he had never checked them because the first time I tried to close the raw water inlet for the motor, it snapped off in my hand. I didn't pay him the balance of his fee. -Now here comes the big finish.
Since then about ten potentially major problems have come up with the boat. But EVERY SINGLE TIME it's turned out to be nothing major and panned out like a charm. Things like the title, the motor, the tranny, the keel, the rudder, I could go on (The Head Mistress once called my toilet "the Cadillac of boat toilets!), but I have been cruising Puget Sound with my family in it for three years now. I call her My One In a Million Girl. Motor runs like a charm. Everything works and continues to work. The elbow grease I put in has it clean lean and green. I love the boat. I love being on it, working on it, playing on it with my family and friends, and exploring with it. And it's still getting better.
The moral of this story? Hell if I know. Maybe: Go for it.
After months of searching and wanting to buy a boat, I heard of a semi-shady guy (who was not the owner but somehow could sell me the boat) in what seemed like a semi-shady marina, trying to move a semi-repoed 1979 H-33 for $6500. Coincidentally, I had happened to stroll through the marina previously and noticed the neglected boat on my own, loved the look of it, including it's possible bargain basement status.
We went for a meet on the boat, during which he started the motor. "She's a runner!" he and his semi-shady partner exclaimed. The interior was coated with layers of cigarette tar from years of being inhabited by what turned out to be two semi-shady alchoholics. As I looked things over with my novice eyes, a old marina rat with a strange expression confided to me surruptitiously, "I know that boat. The motor is blown!" Something about the way he said it made me semi-question his motives. The motor was running, something sounded a little rough, but I kind of liked the sound of it. Semi-shady seller said he would take care of me.
I decided to have the boat hauled out with a surveyor and diesel mechanic present and consumate the deal then if it went well. While waiting for the day, I came on a boating forum and asked the old salts about it. To a man they warned me off the deal. "Why don't you get a nice 25' or 27', perfect for your price range?" they said.
I didn't liked the cramped and sub six foot head room in those boats. I really wanted to reach above my budget if I could. I figured with that plus a lot of elbow grease maybe I could have it all. The old salts laughed at me. So far my positive gut feeling was in huge turmoil with the experts.
On the haul out, the mechanic and surveyor looked everything over. The mechanic said three out of four motor mounts were broken. It needed a new shaft and prop. $1500, he estimated. The surveyor seemed nice, but then started to seem semi-shady. He gave me the A-OK, for the most part, nothing major wrong with the boat. I agreed to buy the boat assuming the semi-shady guy would pump out the full-to-the-brim holding tank which he did with a power vac. I paid him and the mechanic.
After he left, I realized the surveyor had not mentioned the through hulls. I called him. He blustered and flustered. Later I realized he had never checked them because the first time I tried to close the raw water inlet for the motor, it snapped off in my hand. I didn't pay him the balance of his fee. -Now here comes the big finish.
Since then about ten potentially major problems have come up with the boat. But EVERY SINGLE TIME it's turned out to be nothing major and panned out like a charm. Things like the title, the motor, the tranny, the keel, the rudder, I could go on (The Head Mistress once called my toilet "the Cadillac of boat toilets!), but I have been cruising Puget Sound with my family in it for three years now. I call her My One In a Million Girl. Motor runs like a charm. Everything works and continues to work. The elbow grease I put in has it clean lean and green. I love the boat. I love being on it, working on it, playing on it with my family and friends, and exploring with it. And it's still getting better.
The moral of this story? Hell if I know. Maybe: Go for it.