I tell this story often...
I decided to buy my first sailboat...and found a beautiful 1988 oday 322. Had knots in my stomach after crawling all over her and believing “this was the one”. But the Admiral wasn’t quite ready to give the OK as we had one kid in college and another deciding which school to go to...and we were waiting to see how much it was going to cost...
A few months later, I finally get the “Ok, go buy your boat”. I call the broker the next day and tell him I want to come out on Saturday and I will be ready to make an offer...he says...sorry, sold it last week...for the exact price I was going to offer...I was depressed to say the least.
I bought the next boat I looked at...a very nice Hunter 280. Great starter boat, learned a lot, enjoyed her for 4 or 5 years...but kept thinking about the next boat.
Out of the blue, the guy that bought the O’Day 322 “out from under me” emailed me and said “moved to Cleveland, boat is still in Michigan, make me an offer”.
I told (ok, really asked) the Admiral that I wanted to buy the O’Day 322...and I did not want to let it slip through my fingers a second time.
We bought the O’Day 322, and I was fortunate to sell the Hunter before winter haulout...and all was good in the world.
I still have the Oday and enjoy her very much....life is still good.
The “Fleet”...Hunter 280 in the foreground, O’Day 322 in the background.
Greg,