A Craigslist ad that caught my attention, a quick reply that subsequently led to a road trip from LA to Portland, Oregon sealed the deal. But wait, there is more, much much more. When we arrived and walked down to see her, (the Inspector) my wife Patti stepped one foot aboard her and quick as a flash she was out of the boat; just prior to the owner stating, “that we could spend the night on her if we wanted to”. So much for just having traveled 1,005 miles, I said to myself.
Really, showing a boat in that condition? She smelled of raw diesel, smothered in oil, grease and grime, one of her original thru hull fittings was leaking. She was dirty top to bottom, everything including old shoes, underwear, brushes, combs, toothpaste, was on board. I too agreed, said our goodbyes and off we went to the coast. This being our first trip to Portland and all. We ended up at an Indian casino in Newport whereby the advertisement of a free steak and lobster meal with the room won us over.
Sometime around dinner time, but just prior to the desert I receive the call. “So you didn’t really like the boat, did you?” I replied in the affirmative. Knowing he was going RV’ing out of the country in a few weeks time he agreed to let us have the boat for a drop dead price way too low to even mention here. The (Inspector) Patti when asked if she still wanted the boat agreed that this price was way too low to pass up. And that my friends is how my wife’s demeanour saved us quite a few $$.
I affectionately refer to her as (Inspector) because she can audit with the best of them and still find faults when she wants to.