Unless you use a boat commercially for your livelihood, its completely impractical and unnecessary to own a boat. Its a toy. Nobody "needs" a boat, its a want or desire, not a need. If you still "want" a boat after understanding that, does its age or condition really matter?
For many its just a means of escape. Whether its escaping into a project and never leaving yard or dock, or escaping out to the sea, or some combination, the boat is simply the vehicle used to enable that escape. Some escape into an old car restoration, or an old house, or model trains, or an old airplane. But its really just the same thing I think.
But there is nothing wrong with it. We wouldnt have any of our historic artifacts if others before us hadnt done the same. When we see a restored something from our childhood, or something well before even that, if it is something we find interesting our hat is off to the man or men who did it. Sometimes we even shed a tear.
My Father passed away just over a year ago, Sept 26, 2011. The day prior, Sept 25, I was out in the yard and heard a low rumble high overhead. I looked up and saw this long skinny silver airplane with four engines and long skinny wings and a round nose. And looking at it I suddenly felt awe. It was a B-29. I all my years I had never seen one fly, and never saw one pass overhead. But it is such a distinct machine that its not hard to recognize if you have much interest in aviation.
My dad was 89, and having served in WW2 as an aircraft mechanic, often spoke his feelings of many of those great planes from that time. He said a lot about the 29 when I was growing up, and through the years and we visited many air shows and museums, including the Air Force museum in Dayton Ohio some years ago.
As I stood looking at that plane, sadness suddenly overcame me. The plane seemed to be saying it was taking dad home, that he wouldnt be here much longer. I had never felt that way ever before, and I was overwhelmed and stopped looking and tried to brush it off. There was a big airshow coming that next weekend and they were flying in a B-29. We intended to go, but we had a change of events.
Afterwards I looked into the plane and discovered it was stationed in Texas and found a phone number. I had to know. A guy answered and was able to confirm the plane flew down from Omaha that Sunday going to Fayetteville. But I discovered something even more remarkable after I told Dads brother about it. He said there is only one in the world in flyable condition. Her name is Fifi. She was just here again this weekend, to mark the year, but I just couldnt go. I wasnt ready to see her yet.
Dont ever get discouraged fixing up something old or something with a storied past. We wouldnt have that B-29, or boats like Grimalken, and other machines or things if people didnt take on the challenge, and escape into it. The reasons are not always your own that draw you to it.